If Connelly wanted to mic drop on his entire LA noir career — the intersection again of his sixth Mickey Haller (The Lincoln Lawyer) and eighteenth Harry Bosch — he could have done it right here. What’s so amazing about this series is the evolution: of his detective, of the city of Los Angeles, of the LAPD. At one point in the novel, Bosch stares down the barrel of a gun, and I actually thought Connelly was going to do it. To ice Harry, put him in a coma, take him down. Because Connelly gives Harry his lead. It’s never the same procedural, Harry is constantly changing, while staying good ol’ Harry. If you are looking for a new once-a-year series to get your hooks into, I cannot recommend this series enough. Especially if you’ve been to LA.