This incredible memoir Lost Light is written by Michael Connelly and narrated by Len Cariou. Len Cariou’s other exceptional and well-known collections are here The Drop and Nine Dragons. Quite a long back, LAPD analyst Harry Bosch was on a film set posing inquiries about the homicide of a youthful creation partner when a defensively covered vehicle showed up with the money for use in a heist scene.
In a day-to-day existence mimics a workmanship firestorm, a pack of veiled men united on the conveyance and ransacked the reinforced vehicle with firearms blasting. Bosch had off a chance that struck one of the looters as their van hurried away, however the cash was rarely recuperated. The young lady’s homicide was in the pile of perplexing case documents Bosch conveyed home the night he left the LAPD.
Bosch moved pedal to the metal back into, not entirely settled to track down equity for the young lady. Without an identification to open entryways and strike dread in the liable, he advanced once more the way that fiercely impassive the world can be. However, something draws him to past embarrassment and provocation.
It was not only that the dead lady had no detectable connection to the burglary nor is it his compassion toward the police who took the case more than that, one of them was killed on the job and the other died by a shot in a similar assault. With each discussion and each string of proof, Bosch detected a bigger presence, an association greater than the film studios and more savage than even the LAPD. The piece of Bosch that would not ever withdraw was viewed as deadly a rival as he has experienced and there was no assurance that Bosch would endure the standoff ahead. It’s never lovely watching Harry Bosch toward association with those he loved but it just might be the most convincing train wreck in wrongdoing fiction.
