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“Los Angeles was the kind of place where everybody was from somewhere else and nobody really droppped anchor. It was a transient place. People drawn by the dream, people running from the nightmare. Twelve million people and all of them ready to make a break for it if necessary. Figuratively, literally, metaphorically -- any way you want to look at it -- everbody in L.A. keeps a bag packed. Just in case.”

Quote by Michael Connelly

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The Brass Verdict: A Novel

In this compelling novel, a young defense attorney faces a challenging case that tests the very fabric of the legal system. The story unfolds as the attorney navigates the intricacies of a high-stakes trial, questioning the fairness and integrity of the judicial process. more

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Michael Connelly
Michael Connelly

Michael Connelly is an American author renowned for his crime novels. His works often set in Los Angeles, delve into the complexities of law and morality. Born on July 21, 1956, Connelly's writing career began with a passion for journalism, which later led to novel writing. more

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