The Burglar Who Counted The Spoons (Bernie Rhodenbarr) - Plot & Excerpts
I looked up when it announced her arrival, and then I took a second look, because she was worth it. She was stunning, in fact. She wore sky blue designer jeans and a clingy green silk blouse, and a writer of country songs would have told you her hair was the color of tupelo honey, but he might not have pointed out that it had been treated to an expensive haircut. Her only flaws were a little too much plumpness in the lips and fullness in the chest, and I was prepared to overlook them. A couple of months earlier I’d have started a conversation with her, but that was then and this was now, and I stayed on my perch behind the counter and returned to my current book, which was one of Michael Connelly’s that I’d missed the first time around. It’s the one where Harry Bosch has left the LAPD under a cloud and set up shop as a private detective, and in that capacity he evidently feels compelled to tell his story in the first person instead of letting Connelly tell it for him. I was enjoying it, but I sensed that Bosch wasn’t, and that it would be a relief for him to get back to the comforting embrace of the police department, and of the third person.
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