Harry Bosch has finally quit the LAPD.When he left, he took a file with him the case of a young woman murdered tbur years eailier.The crime was linked to a $2 million robbery on a movie set, and the LAPD think the money was used by terrorists.Now, with time on his hands, Harry looks at the old file again. Something about the victim affected him deeply and the case has haunted him cvcr since. But when he decides to re-investigate, he falls foul of both his old colleagues and the FBI.And then someone from Bosch's past turns his world upside down...

There is no end of things in the heart.

Somebody once told me that. She said it came from a poem she believed in. She understood it to mean that if you took something to heart, really brought it inside those red velvet folds, then it would always be there for you. No matter what happened, it would be there waiting. She said this could mean a person, a place, a dream. A mission.Anything sacred. She told me that it is all connected in.those secret folds. Always. It is all part of the same and will always be there, carrying the same beat as your heart.

I am fifty-two years old and I believe it. At night when I try to sleep but can't, that is when I know it. It is when all the pathways seem to connect and I see the people I have loved and hated and helped and hurt. I see the hands that reach for me. I hear the beat and see and understand what I must do. I know my mission and I know there is no turning away or turning back. And it is in those moments that I know there is no end of things in the heart.