Ugh I hate only giving three stars to Michael Connelly – I mean the guy is a crime thriller god and yet I just found this book dragged in a lot of places.
The premise and the storyline are great, the characters (the main ones that is) are great – well rounded, clear identities – and sometimes the story just flew, yet other times it was incredibly slow.
I will not let this put me off picking up the next the series and will happily give Connelly another go as I’ve usually found him to be brilliant.
Synopsis: Detective Renée Ballard is working the graveyard shift again, and returns to Hollywood Station in the early hours only to find that an older man has snuck in and is rifling through old file cabinets.
The intruder is none other than legendary LAPD detective Harry Bosch, working a cold case that has gotten under his skin. Ballard kicks him out, but eventually Bosch persuades her to help and she relents.
Bosch is investigating the death of fifteen-year-old Daisy Clayton, a runaway who was brutally murdered. He crossed paths with her devastated mother while working a previous case, and Daisy’s story has seized hold of him.