Black Echo

Author: (American) Michael Connelly, translated by Zhang Kun
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Publish Date: 2006-11-01
Features: There is only death in it, nothing else. Michael Connelly has been ranked on the New York Times Best Seller list for years and was named "the world's most outstanding mystery writer" by GQ magazine. "It will keep you glued to your chair." —The Washington Post "Unusual and absolutely not to be missed. Concise and hard to believe it's Connelly's debut." —James Lee Burke He hung the painting in the hallway by the front door. Whenever he entered, especially when he felt exhausted after a day or night, he often stopped to admire it. Every time, he was deeply captivated by the painting, and every time, the painting reminded him of Eleanor Weiss. Darkness. Boundless darkness. The man sitting alone turned his head, caught in the shadows. I am that man. Harry Bosch thought every time he looked at the painting. The vault door was already open halfway, giving the shooter a wider field of vision. The fierce fire of the automatic rifle turned toward Clark. He stood there exposed, his mouth open in shock. Bosch could now hear the gunshot. He saw Clark trying to move to the side to avoid the gunfire, but it was futile.