One thing that I loved about Michael Connelly‘s first book, The Black Echo was not just the writing and the story, the feeling that I was reading a classic detective story where the only thing that was going to solve this case was good old police work, not just phone calls and computer research.

While Connelly didn’t disappoint in The Black Ice, one thing that was a turn off for me were all the characters and keeping track of how they fit into the plot. But really, this was only a minor issue as the story did keep my turning page after page.

The story begins with the discovery of a Detective Moore‘s body, who has been missing for almost a week and presumed dead. Hearing the call come in over his police scanner, Detective Bosch wonders why he hasn’t been called to the scene? It is his night to work after all. Taking matters into his own hands Bosch heads to the crime scene where he is told by his captain that this isn’t his case and all indications are that it was a suicide anyway. But being the type of detective that Bosch is, he can’t simply leave it alone.

The next day Bosch is given the case load of a detective that has quite the force citing physiological distress. Stating that this is the end of the year, Bosch‘s captain tells him that he would like at least one of these murders solved by the end of the year (a week away) to come out ahead on crimes solved for the year. Bosch reluctantly agrees knowing that this is nothing more than an attempt by his captain to keep him away from the Moore case.

Upon reading over the case load and deciding on two cases that he feels will be his best chances, Bosch is delighted to discover that one Juan Doe murder victim was discovered by the late Detective Moore while another was actively being investigated by him.

Realizing that these two cases are more than likely drug related, Bosch follows the evidence which eventually leads him to Mexico and down a path that gets stranger and stranger.

With a craftsman such as Michael Connelly behind the type writer you can expect that there will be twist and turns, and in this story, there certainly were, not to mention a surprise ending, which at first I didn’t like because it wasn’t obvious that it was coming. But upon thinking back and with my continued reading, I came to understand that all the clues were there, for me the reader, to put together and come to the same conclusion that Bosch did in the book. This cemented in my mind that Michael Connelly is a master story-teller of the highest caliber.

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