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

by Michael Connelly

But telling members of a victim’s family that the case had been solved but the identified suspect was dead had always bothered Bosch when he’d worked cold cases. To Bosch, it was admitting that the killer had gotten away with it. And there was no justice in that.

“Oh, just the usual shit. People hoping I’ll fail. Your everyday woman-in-charge stuff.”

“Well, fuck them.” “Yeah, fuck them.

“Nothing in this city stays the same for very long.”

Most defense attorneys operated by the “Where there’s smoke, there’s fire” creed. They needed to sow the seeds of doubt but didn’t necessarily have to believe in the doubts sown. But Bosch could not operate that way, even if he was working for a defense lawyer. He needed to get through the smoke to the fire. If there was a fire.

It’s L.A., you know. There’s probably a history of violence wherever you go.” “That’s sad.” “That’s L.A.”