The Black Echo (Harry Bosch, #1; Harry Bosch Universe, #1)

by Michael Connelly

You must assuage these feelings in your waking hours before your sleep time can progress undisturbed. But the doctor didn’t understand that what was done was done. There was no going back to repair what had happened. You can’t patch a wounded soul with a Band-Aid.

Out of the blue and into the black. That’s what he said going on a tunnel mission was. We called it the black echo.

He defined good company not by the conversation but by the lack of it. When there was no need to talk to feel comfortable, that was the right company.

“He said that justice is incidental to law and order. I think he was right.”

The painting never failed to fascinate him, or to evoke memories of Eleanor Wish. The darkness. The stark loneliness. The man sitting alone, his face turned to the shadows. I am that man, Harry Bosch would think each time he looked.