Harry Bosch in on involuntary leave from the force; his return pending a psychiatric evaluation. The source of his exile a violent encounter with his superior officer, Lt Pounds, which resulted in Bosch putting his head through a glass wall. Now having to deal with stress, detachment, and rage issues, he finds himself having to convince Carmen Hinojos of his wellbeing and mind state in order to be reinstated to the force.
But that’s only one half of the story. The other, being what Bosch occupies his time with.
Being a cop, he lives the life. The job is everything, each murder matters, each case almost personal regardless of the occupation of the deceased or their lifestyle. In this instance it’s the 1961 murder of a prostitute that holds his interest – the murder of his mother.
THE LAST COYOTE takes Bosch down a dark and deeply confrontational path towards a truth he does anything but shy away from – even as the bodies pile up, his pursuit for closure of his mother’s murder doesn’t waiver.
Author Michael Connelly does a great job at linking this cold case with current day suspects as the impact of Bosch’s investigation is felt across Hollywood (from the newspapers to his fellow officers, to his mothers’ best friend at her time of death).
The theme is standard police procedural yet Bosch’s character development goes beyond the norm as the reader is treated to the inner workings of Bosch – his drive, determination, love life, and sense of self preservation/destruction, all tied up in the pursuit of justice.
I found it hard to put THE LAST COYOTE down as the overarching murder mystery is just addictive. There are also a few twists that really shocked me in one of those rare reader moments; a testament to Connelly’s continued craft.
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