Trunk Music (Harry Bosch, #5; Harry Bosch Universe, #6)

by Michael Connelly

Walls and gates, guardhouses, and private security forces were the secret ingredients of the so-called melting pot of southern California.

“I don’t like to gamble. I don’t like that city. That city is a horrible place. They can dress it up all they want, it’s still a city of vices and whores. Not just the sexual kind.”

The Strip was still lit by a million neon lights, though the crowds on the sidewalk had greatly decreased by this hour. Still, Bosch was awed by the spectacle of light. In every imaginable color and configuration, it was a megawatt funnel of enticement to greed that burned twenty-four hours a day.

ago. Things happened fast in this city. Everything but the moment seemed like ancient history.