The setting sun burned the sky pink and orange in the same bright hues as surfers' bathing suits. It was beautiful deception, Bosch thought, as he drove north on the Hollywood Freeway to home. Sunsets did that here. Made you forget it was the smog that made their colors so brilliant, that behind every pretty picture there could be an ugly story.
Michael ConnellyDeep in my heart it still feels like I'm a journalist even though I haven't worked for a paper and carried a press pass for 14 years.
Michael ConnellyDon't go growing a conscience on me," I said. "I've been down that road. It doesn't lead you to anything good.
Michael Connelly