Michael Connelly's novel The Black Ice features veteran LAPD detective Harry Bosch. This time Harry is investigating the death of 'one of their own'.
Cal Moore, a narcotic's officer that Harry knew vaguely, is found in a motel bathroom with his head practically blown off by a shotgun and a suicide note in his pocket that read 'I found out who I was'. When Harry is given the duty of notifying next of kin, he finds himself inexplicably drawn to Moore's wife, Sylvia, and the attraction builds slowly, albeit perhaps a bit too predictably.
As Harry investigates an unidentified 'Juan Doe' who seems to have a connection to Moore, one of Moore's partners gives him a file that Moore had been working on. It was a case involving 'black ice', a deadly rock narcotic that had hit the streets.
A series of murders in Hollywood and Mexico lead Harry to a Mexican drug lord Zorrillo, known to his compatriots as El Papa--the pope. Zorrillo is a man shrouded in mystery and death.
From beginning to end, The Black Ice is full of action and suspense. The only thing lacking is perhaps a bit more warmth and emotion from Harry, who has lived the single life far too long. I'd like to see him have a real and deep relationship, instead of always the carefree bachelor kind.
Regardless, it's still a great book by a great author. Fast-paced, technical in crime scene investigation and believable. This book kept me reading and wanting more.
But it is the final three chapters that give you an unexpected twist and a final, explosive confrontation leads to death. The plot weaves through intricate subplots, with the familiar touch of a protagonist that is multi-dimensional in character. Harry Bosch has grown immensely in Connelly's last few novels. Looking forward to his next case.
~Cheryl Kaye Tardif, [...]