Ballard looked around, checking the distant ridgeline and the salt flats and then bringing her eyes back to the flowers at her feet. “It’s so easy to forget that there’s great beauty in the desert,” she said. Bosch nodded. “And these flowers, they’re amazing,” Ballard said. “Desert star,” Bosch said. “I know a guy, says they’re a sign of god in this fucked-up world. That they’re relentless and resilient against the heat and the cold, against everything that wants to stop them.”
