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

by Michael Connelly

The prisons were filled with people who had literally talked themselves through the gates. That is, instead of keeping their mouths shut, they decided to explain their actions or reasons. But once they waived their rights, they were done for.

with lies and false empathy. The old we-can-work-this-out routine. Just makes me mad.” “You’d be surprised how often that works. Most killers… they want to be understood.” “And they talk themselves right into jail.” “What did they lie to her about?”

“When she bought the house, did she know what happened here?” she asked. “She’s just renting,” Bosch said. “Her landlord didn’t tell her.” “Was she freaked out when you told her?” “Not so much. It’s L.A., you know. There’s probably a history of violence wherever you go.” “That’s sad.” “That’s L.A.”

“Not many places are named after bad guys,” she said. “How about Trump Tower?” Bosch responded. “Self-named. And I guess it depends on who you talk to about that.”

Bosch had come to realize that working on the defense side made Haller the long-shot underdog. He was like a man on the beach holding a surfboard and looking up at a hundred-foot wave coming in. The power and might of the state was limitless. Haller was just one man making a stand for his client. He was willing to paddle out to that crushing wave. Bosch was beginning to see that there was something noble in that.