The Black Ice (Harry Bosch, #2; Harry Bosch Universe, #2)

by Michael Connelly

He loved the city most at night. The night hid many of the sorrows. It silenced the city yet brought deep undercurrents to the surface. It was in this dark slipstream that he believed he moved most freely. Behind the cover of shadows. Like a rider in a limousine, he looked out but no one looked in.

Then he lit a cigarette and watched as the sleek black machine carried her out through the gate and left him alone with the dead.