It didn't matter, he told himself. ' Bosch believed he could feel the eyes of the courtroom burning into him as the widow accused him of planting evidence after murdering her husband. No need for a jury. Most of the preachers I knew liked politics and politicians, and they could be good practical politicians themselves.
'Yes, Your Honor,' she said pleasantly. arl Russell, and most of all, my great-uncle Oren—known as Buddy, and one of the lights of my life—and his wife, Aunt Ollie. ' Bosch thought about this for a few moments. Even then I fell a few times, but I thought of it as building my pain threshold.
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