City of Bones
© 2002 Michael Conelly
High in the Hollywood hills lies the body of a young boy, buried for two decades, whose bones bear the scars of a lifetime of abuse. When a dog finds the bones, Hieryonymous Bosch and the LAPD are drawn into a disturbing case that will haunt their minds and cost the men and women in blue the lives of one of their own. While a twenty-year old murder seems a tough prospect to resolve, Harry has two leads: a convicted child molester living nearby, and the boy’s own broken family.
I keep returning to Connelly’s series out of affection for the main character (who, in my head, takes the form of Liam Neeson in Taken), the loose-cannon detective who lives to make a difference and piss off as many politicians as he can in the process. Connelly spins a good yarn, but City of Bones is more emotionally intense than any of the other Bosch novels I’ve read. The story of the victim and his family are disturbing enough, but as the case wears on, more innocent lives are lost and Bosch is faced with a personal crisis. The case reveals that everyone has skeletons waiting in their own closets…and some are not pleasant to unearth. I’m hoping my library carries Lost Light, the next novel in the series, so I can see what will come of Harry’s unprecedented and unexpected decision in the novel’s endgame.