The Harry Bosch Novels, Volume 1: The Black Echo, The Black Ice, The Concrete Blonde (Harry Bosch, Books 1-3)

The Harry Bosch Novels, Volume 1: The Black Echo, The Black Ice, The Concrete Blonde (Harry Bosch, Books 1-3)

Michael Connelly

Language: English

Pages: 775


Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub

For the first time in one volume, the three novels that introduced Michael Connelly's great LAPD homicide detective, maverick Hieronymous (Harry) Bosch. The Black Echo (Winner of the Edgar Award for Best First Novel) For Harry Bosch-hero, loner, nighthawk-the body stuffed in a drainpipe off Mulholland Drive isn't just another statistic. This one is personal. Billy Meadows was a fellow Vietnam "tunnel rat," fighting the VC and the fear they used to call the Black Echo. Harry let Meadows down once. He won't do it again. The Black Ice The corpse in the hotel room seems to be that of a missing LAPD narcotics officer. Rumors abound that the cop had crossed over-selling a new drug called Black Ice. Now Harry's making some dangerous connections, leading from the cop to a string of bloody murders, and from Hollywood Boulevard's drug bazaar to Mexico's dusty back alleys. In this lethal game, Harry is likely to be the next victim. The Concrete Blonde When Harry Bosch shot and killed Norman Church, the police were convinced it marked the end of the hunt for the Dollmaker-L.A.'s most bizarre serial killer. But now Church's widow is accusing Harry of killing the wrong man-a charge that rings terrifyingly true when a new victim is discovered with the Dollmaker's macabre signature. For the second time, Harry must hunt the murderer down, before he strikes again. Together, these three novels are the perfect way to discover, or rediscover, the sleuth the New York Times Book Review called a "wonderful, old-fashioned hero who isn't afraid to walk through the flames."











transfer out of Foothill Division. “What’s going on?” Bosch asked. “I’m hearing on the scanner about a body at Western and Franklin and nobody’s told me a thing. And that’s funny ’cause I’m on call out today.” “Don’t worry ’bout it,” Kleinman said. “The hats have got it all squared away.” Kleinman must be an oldtimer, Bosch figured. He hadn’t heard that expression in years. Members of RHD wore straw bowlers in the 1940s. In the fifties it was gray fedoras. Hats went out of style after that —

went out to get dinner. • • • After they were done eating and she went back to the dining room table, he opened his briefcase on the kitchen table and took out the blue murder books. He had a bottle of Henry Weinhard’s on the table but no cigarette. He wouldn’t smoke inside. At least not while she was awake. He unsnapped the first binder and laid out the sections on each of the eleven victims across the table. He stood up with the bottle so he could look down and take them all in at once.

behind a multicolor Volkswagen van that was at least twenty-five years old. Laurel Canyon was like that, a time warp. Bosch got out, dropped his cigarette in the street and stepped on it. It was very quiet and dark. He heard the Caprice’s engine ticking away its heat, the smell of burning oil wafting from the undercarriage. He reached in through the open window and grabbed the two binders. It had taken most of an hour to get to Locke’s and during that time Bosch had been able to refine his

about the case or anything else. They did a lot of looking at each other. When they returned to her house, Sylvia turned down the air-conditioner thermostat and built a fire in the living room fireplace. He just watched her; he had never been good at building fires that lasted. Even with the AC on sixty it got very warm. They made love on a blanket she spread out in front of the fireplace. They were perfectly relaxed and moved smoothly together. Afterward, he watched the fire reflect on the

scene and —” “We’ve already got too many people up there right now,” Bosch said. “Maybe later. What do you make of bite marks? Cigarette burns?” “Are you saying that’s what you’ve found this time?” “Plus, it wasn’t a bimbo from the sex tabs,” Edgar added. “He came here, she didn’t come to him.” “He is changing quickly. It appears to be complete disassembling. Or some unknown force or reason compelling his actions.” “Such as?” Bosch asked. “I don’t know.” “We tried to call you in Vegas.

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