Former L.A. homicide detective Harry Bosch can't forget the ones that got away—the murder of a young woman that's still unsolved after four years and the ex-wife who's now a Vegas card shark. But eight months into retirement, he has the time and the yearning to try to make things right by both women.

The first involves a movie production assistant killed just days before $2 million was stolen from a set she'd been working at. A tip from a colleague left a quadriplegic after a shooting incident ignites Harry, but without a cop's badge he runs into some powerful obstacles—from the FBI rather than the actual criminals. Thinking the crimes might be connected to terrorism, the feds wield their new post-9/11 power to shut down Harry's investigation.

But they do give him a chance to visit ex-wife Eleanor. Connelly's handling of their unresolved relationship is as moving and engaging as the unraveling mystery—except when he briefly steps out of his story to deliver a warning against governmental abuse of power in the name of security. Like Raymond Chandler and James Ellroy, Connelly skillfully pens haunting tales of L.A. crime and corruption. (Apr., 368 pp., $25.95)

Reviewed by: 
Diane Snyder