The 1993 kidnap/murder of Marie Gesto is the cold case that haunts LAPD detective Harry Bosch. The one he can't let go. Harry keeps the 13-year-old file on his desk and goes back to it whenever he has free time. Harry has always had a "doer" in mind: the spoiled rich son of a wealthy oil man. But there was never any direct evidence linking Jr. to the case; only Harry's intuition that the guy was good for it. Not even Harry is right all the time and this seems to be one of those times.

A break in the case comes when a man unknown to the police, Raynard Waits, is arrested for two horrific killings. Waits makes a deal to confess to a number of other unsolved murders, including Gesto, if the DA takes the death penalty off the table. Harry is suspicious, but part of the deal is the suspect has to prove his guilt by taking investigators to Gesto's body -- which he does. Slam dunk, case closed.

Right...come on, if it were that easy, Barney Fife could have solved it. When Hieronymus Bosch is involved in a case, complications are bound to turn up. Harry can't argue with the fact that Waits took them to Gesto's remains, a spot no one would have known but her killer: Harry's still uneasy. Gesto just doesn't fit Wait's M.O. However, the D.A., who is currently in the middle of an election, is happy and it looks like the deal will happen.

Not so fast, folks. Waits manages to escape custody, kill two officers, wound Harry's partner and head to parts unknown, leaving everyone involved, Harry included, with egg on their faces. Soon after, another woman is kidnapped and the press and public are screaming for blood. Harry knows the killer keeps his victims alive for some time before butchering them. Now it's a race against time while Harry runs the crafty Waits to ground before his latest victim is dispatched.

However, it seems that not everyone involved wants to see justice served. Harry realizes quickly that there's a fox in his henhouse. Now he's flying under the radar all the way in a race against time to bring a killer to justice and untangle a web of corruption that will take him all the way through the department and up to the higher echelons of city politics.

Harry Bosch has had a long and illustrious career. I sort of knew that. As a bookseller, I certainly knew that Michael Connelly is a hugely popular writer with readers and critics alike. I'd just never gotten around to reading him. All my friends warned me that there were close to a dozen Harry Bosch books before this one (actually, I think this one is #12) and I'd be totally lost. Hmm, either I'm quite the brilliant reader or Connelly is quite the brilliant author, because I felt right at home from the very first sentence of the prologue. I'm fairly sure the kudos go to Connelly. Harry may have quite a back-story, but I was never lost or wondering what I had missed. I didn't feel, as a reader, that I missed a thing. The story grabs you from the first and although some of it is predictable (the lot of all mysteries), some of the pieces were more elusive and only fell into place at the end with the reveal. An addictive and satisfying read.