It’s gratifying to have Harry Bosch back in his own story, not just a walk-on part. Connelly propels him through two investigations and a maze of interpersonal relations, at home and on the job. The occasional tell-not-show aspects are more than offset by a brisk plot and some great scenes with his 15-year-old daughter. Who knows, maybe Maddie Bosch will take up the franchise when dad retires!
Minutes after Detective Bosch and his partner solve a baffling cold-case rape and murder, they’re called to a death scene that Bosch labels “high juju,” meaning politically explosive. The son of councilman Irvin Irving has gone off the balcony at the Chateau Marmont. Did he jump or was he pushed? And why did Irving, a well-connected thorn in the side of the LAPD and Bosch’s particular nemesis, ask for him to head up the case? The cold case leads Bosch to the sordid world of sex offenders, where he meets an attractive counselor; the Irving investigation uncovers political skullduggery from way back. (LITTLE, BROWN, Dec., 416 pp., $27.99)