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“Bosch had never liked Las Vegas, though he came often on cases. It shared a kinship with Los Angeles; both were places desperate people ran to. Often, when they ran from Los Angeles, they came here. It was the only place left.”

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Book:Trunk Music
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Trunk Music

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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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