Resurrection Walk (The Lincoln Lawyer, #7; Harry Bosch Universe, #38)

by Michael Connelly

I now remembered reading the exchange in the transcript. It hadn’t raised a flag for me in the way it did for Bosch. But that was Bosch. I had seen it before. He had this facility for seeing the details and evidence of a case and how it all matched up, or didn’

“Goodfellas — you ever see it?” “Missed it.” “Good movie.”

“A case decided by the Supreme Court seventy-five years ago. It knocked down racial and ethnic covenants and restrictions on the sale of property. Jews, Blacks, Chinese — after that ruling, they could buy anywhere, live anywhere they liked. Of course, it still took a lot of courage. That same year Nat King Cole bought a house in Hancock Park and the bigots burned a cross on his lawn.” Bosch just nodded. I stayed up on the soapbox. “Anyway, back then the Court was moving us forward. Toward the Great Society and all that. Now it seems to want to move us back.”

And the feds routinely swat state court subpoenas away like Mookie Betts swats fastballs over the plate.

Sanger was driving a Rivian pickup truck. There were so few of these on the road that it was an easy follow, allowing Bosch to fall far back and not be noticed.