We can trade, Bosch said quietly. He never planned on that. But I'll think of something. He now knew he'd been wrong.
ile was the sun that warmed the world; and her flowing hair was the cool breeze that kept the land from parching. Bosch put the stack of binders down and cleared a dented bumper marked with an evidence tag off the table. They were the invited uninvited. Fay? Nah, not anymore.
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