If there is one author this year that I have really come to like and admire it would be Michael Connelly. Connelly has a way of making his characters come alive all the while leaving the reader wanting more.

In The Concrete Blonde, the scenario was no different. I read the book in no time and found myself eagerly waiting for my lunch break to continue the story of Detective Bosch as he hunted down the killer that had eluded police for many years. The worst part was that the police had already thought they had captured their man.

In the opening pages of The Concrete Blonde Bosch finds himself on trial for the death of a man named Norman Church, the alleged Dollmaker, a serial killer thought to have killed eleven prostitutes who then painting their faces in heavy make-up before dumping their bodies where they could easily be found, as if the killer was taunting the police. But Church was never tried because he was shot and killed by Harry Bosch the night that Bosch learned that he was the killer when Church went for what Bosch thought was a gun. It was in fact his toupee.

Now Bosch is forced to sit in front of a jury of his peers as the prosecutor argues that he killed the wrong man, and that the Dollmaker is still out there. Bosch knows that is ridicules, but he is hard pressed to explain a mysterious note that turned up at police headquarters which makes the unbelievable claim that the police shot and killed the wrong man, and that the Dollmaker is defiantly still alive. Confused, Bosch studies the letter but is unable to explain how the hand writing and poetic nature of the letter does indeed sound exactly like the Dollmaker even though he had died four years previous. Worse yet, the author of this letter can prove he is authentic and directs the police to a undiscovered body of a victim buried in concrete. A blonde.

Now Bosch is forced to not only solve this new murder but protect his previous investigation into the Dollmaker case as the lawyer for the widow of Church discovers that the main claim of her case may in fact be true and that the Dollmaker may not be dead after all.

The Concrete Blonde is a rollercoaster ride as Bosch and the LAPD investigate every avenue in their attempts to find who the true identity of the killer really is. Worse yet is the realization that the killer seems to have inside information into the first Dollmaker case, a clue that could mean that the LAPD is hunting one of their own.

To say that I liked this book would be an under statement, even if I did figure out who the killer was before the fact was revealed to me in the story. Regardless I kept turning pages which in my book is always a sign of a well written story.

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