The Last Coyote

What is jealousy but a reflection of your own failures?

Loneliness had been the trash can fire he huddled around for most of his life.

The civilized people in the world, the ones who hide behind culture and art and politics… and even the law, they’re the ones to watch out for. They’ve got that perfect disguise goin’ for them, you know? But they’re the most vicious. They’re the most dangerous people on earth.

When you find the one that you think fits, then grab on for dear life.

You see, the past is what you make of it. You can use it to hurt yourself or others or you can use it to make yourself strong. I’m strong, Harry. Now, tell me why you came to vist me today.

Time had eroded the bond between them. They were strangers who shared the same story.

All these years in the straight life and she still had a whore’s pride.

that there was a party under way at the house

took him to a place where they poured honey on

They’ll both know somebody’s out there, coming for them.

La mayoría de los hombres con los que he estado… Es como si quisieran algo de mí que no les daba. No sé lo que era, pero simplemente no lo tenía para darlo. Entonces o me iba demasiado pronto o me quedaba demasiado.

—A veces creo que conozco a los desconocidos mejor que a nadie, mejor que a mí mismo. Aprendo mucho de la gente en mi trabajo. A veces pienso que ni siquiera tengo vida. Solo tengo la vida de los demás…

She had said she was strong but he knew that comfort and strength could come from sadness. That was what she had.

the Democrat. What was worse, for her, at least, was that the mayor was a supporter of

Florida? I’d never been there and all my life I’ve liked orange juice.

what it meant.” “That’s fine.” Bosch moved to the drawer and looked in. There were two thin manila files and two packs of envelopes with rubber bands holding them together. The first file he looked through contained Eno’s birth certificate, passport, marriage license and other personal records. He put it back in the drawer. The next file contained LAPD forms and Bosch quickly recognized them as the pages and reports that had been removed from the Marjorie Lowe murder book. He knew he had no time to read them at the moment and put the file in the beer box with the other files. The rubber band on the first package of envelopes snapped when he tried to remove it and he was reminded of the band that had been around the blue binder that contained the case files. Everything about this case was old and ready to snap, he thought. The envelopes were all from a Wells Fargo Bank branch in Sherman Oaks and each one contained a statement for a savings account in the name of McCage