How was Christmas? You and your husband get together? Not even close. Cullinane sketched the find, then turned the trench over to the recorders. A hero's farewell, Bosch thought. I just didn't want to talk or think about it anymore.
And earlier, when Bosch had visited, he had noticed that the only interior view Ely had on video was of the shipping room. You know? They'd kill a guy and write out 'He found out who he was': or whatever and leave it pinned to his shirt. Moore signaled the bartender for another round, then lit a cigarette off the one he had smoked down to the filter. Kill him, the putrid man shouted from his deathbed, and a detachment of his guard marched off obediently, t
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