by Michael Connelly
Page-turner of the week
With a new heart transplant, new family, even a new job running fishing charters off Catalina, Calif., former FBI profiler Terry McCaleb thinks he has finally gotten crime-fighting out of his system. So much for his self-profiling skills. All it takes is one plea from an old colleague who wants to brainstorm about the stalled investigation of a particularly bizarre murder and McCaleb, last seen in Connelly’s Blood Work, is back swimming with sharks in this thoughtful new thriller.
Details of the crime seem to implicate an officer McCaleb knows and admires, LAPD homicide detective Harry Bosch—who at that moment is the linch-pin in the prosecution’s case against a Hollywood director accused of strangling a starlet. (A sardonic description of the ensuing media circus—familiar territory for Connelly, a former Los Angeles Times police reporter—should be required reading for every Court TV talking head.)
Longtime Connelly fans may be at a bit of a disadvantage here, if familiarity with the hard-boiled but admirable Bosch from six previous books prevents them from taking McCaleb’s suspicions seriously. Those who are willing to let the author run with the ball, however, are in for a surprising and suspenseful read. (Little, Brown, $25.95)
Bottom Line: Shrewd Hollywood whodunit