Christ, who knows? Only thing I care about is that he is back and he is going to be there when the CLETs come through the door. What're you doing this for your friend for, anyway? Trying to trace the family tree. We'll see how things have changed now, the narc cop said. When he took the last chunk of pork out of the wrapper and tossed it over the fence, he saw one of the dogs strain to raise his head and follow the arc of the falling food.
We're taking him out. He took the prints out and took'em over to the coroner. Put that shit out, Harry. Bosch pushed harder against him.
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