Next Harry Bosch Novel Novels & Stories

- Have you been promoted? she asked, really interested. - Yes. I recently made detective. I start today. With your boss, by the way. 'Interesting.' She thought before taking Will's glass and Peter putting his on the base where coffee drops and fills the glass. - Will you be with Will on his cases? - 'Only one. 'I have to go, I'll talk to you around. Peter said goodbye with a gentle smile. She smiled back, getting the impression that something was going on and it involved the organization she works for. 'I need to keep an eye out.'

How does one little woman with no resources just up and disappear? I still have my guys out there combing everywhere for even the slightest sighting of her. Henry clearing his throat brought me out of my memories. "You ok boss." "Yea I'm fine", I said. I looked across the table and saw that the client was no longer present. "I was approached by Maximus yesterday", Henry told me. "What did he want?" "He wants three extra shipments this month", he scoffed. Now I'm angry, those disgusting vamps don't tell me what to do ever. If it wasn't for me and trafficking their live blood banks, they wouldn't even be able to get their hands on fresh blood without alerting the humans or the Vindicta. I woul

"Want to see something? Come here and open this box." I got up quietly and went to that box. The thought of what would be inside that box made my heart restless. I extended one hand and opened it within the next breath. A dead body, covered from head to foot with new white linen, was lying under the box. He slid his hands and removed the linen. Her clothes were like that of a royal queen with bloodstains over them. There was grief on her face. And a broken bangle tied around her hand with sharp edges. One end of the bangle pierced her vein, and the blood fell off. Her skin seemed colder.

“Boss, I am here with the information on the next target.“ He dropped the files on the table for Don Bernardo to see. Don Bernardo picked up the files and smiled sheepishly. “Finally, the moment I have been waiting for. I've finally gotten what I want.“ Rose rolled her eyes, she did not like his smile one bit. It means he is still not giving up on going after people all in the name of teaching them a lesson. “Here.“ He dropped the files in front of Rose. She gave him a glare, “This is your next client. Everything you need to know about him is in there so you should-” She frowned, “I do not know if you are being stupid or not. You think I'll still accept your mission after I told you I am qui

He didn't speak, he only placed his gun on the table and then continue smoking. " Boss I'm sorry but it's urgent " another voice says from the entrance and Maximo was forced to stop in his act. Slowly he turn to see Harry standing in the doorway with his eyes pinned on him. Maximo could feel his uneasiness from where he stood. Without being told he knows something has gone wrong. Harry is the underboss of the New York Mafia organization. Maximo nodded for him to come forward and he quickly obeys. " Boss " He greeted shakily.

Bosco angrily smashed his teacup to the ground, his face full of rage as he roared, "That despicable Woody, I was being gracious, giving him a way out! He didn't appreciate it and he even dared to kill my housekeeper. This is outrageous!" Woody was just a mere country bumpkin and an outsider who dared to go against the wishes of the Harrington family? It was definitely a death wish! "Go find out when Harvey will be back." Bosco could hardly wait to kill Woody, to not only avenge his daughter and seize the Restoration Pill for his own gain. Moments later, a man cautiously approached and reported, "We've just received confirmation that Mr. Harvey has finished his seclusion. He is currently mee

"Twenty-four hours ago, we were regular homicide detectives. Now we're investigating Fae succession murders as part of a supernatural task force while navigating a three-way mystical bond that apparently makes us the most important triad in centuries." "When you put it that way, it sounds ridiculous," Rick said with a wry smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. "Welcome to my world," Nathaniel remarked as he slid into the backseat. "Politics, prophecy, and murder—standard Tuesday for supernatural nobility." Casie started the engine, focusing on the familiar routine to ground herself. "Safe Harbor is about twenty minutes from here. Nathaniel, call your contact and let them know we're coming."

And if he still had the itch to gamble, if he still felt a restless agitation at the sound of a game, any game, in progress - on the radio, on the station-house television - if he still hadn’t been quite able to delete his bookie’s number from his cell phone, he told himself these things could take a while. In the meantime he had the biggest case of his career to occupy his attention, the one he’d decided would be his redemption as a police officer. Two grisly homicides connected by one woman who was lying about her identity. Of course, that was the part he had to keep to himself, as per his arrangement with Gray. So Harrison was working overtime to find another connection between Simon Brig

Waiting for me. “Stop,” I say. Dakor raises a finger. The winch stops. Silence falls heavy. Wind pushes through cracks in the walls. Snow drifts in faint lines across the concrete. Dakor presses the phone to my ear. “Speak clearly.” It rings. Once, twice. “Sheriff,” Bruno’s voice is sharp. “Where the hell are you? Harry’s body was found in your apartment. Are you a suspect or a victim?” I swallow, my throat dry. “I’m resigning.”

God. I see Harry out of the corner of my eye as he takes a step towards my desk to see what's caught my attention. I slam the binder closed, not wanting him to see her. Possessiveness flows through me, and I look at Bosco, who's still going through the binders. When I look at Harry, he has his eyebrows raised in question. "Who's this?" I pick the binder up and open it to show Bosco. When Harry takes another step to see what I'm showing her, I can't stop myself.