The Last Coyote (1995) - Blog Post
Conklin put the book on the table near the lamp. It seemed to be a labor for him to make the reach. Bosch saw the title. The Neon Rain ( Detective Dave Robicheaux, this novel begins with the murder of a prostitute, which no one wants him to investigate.)
Connelly, Michael. The Last Coyote
He then rummaged through his box of CDs and came across a Tom Waits recording called “Blue Valentine.”
Connelly, Michael. The Last Coyote
You know what that guy Marvin Gaye sang about, don’t you? Before he got killed by his own dad? He sang about sexual healing. Said it’s good for the soul. Something like that.
Connelly, Michael. The Last Coyote
It was their time together. She always told him that she would take him one day to the bowl to hear “Scheherazade.” It was her favorite. They never got the chance. The court took him away from her and she was dead before she could get him back.
Connelly, Michael. The Last Coyote
He turned the radio on and listened as the DJ introduced a song by Abbey Lincoln. Bosch had never heard it before but he immediately liked the words and the woman’s smoky voice.
Bird alone, flying high
Flying through a clouded sky
Sending mournful, soulful sounds
Soaring over troubled grounds
Connelly, Michael. The Last Coyote
After it got dark he walked down Broadway to Mr. B’s, found a stool at the bar and ordered a draft with a Jack Daniels depth charge. There was a quintet playing on the small stage in the back, the lead on tenor saxophone. They were finishing up “Do Nothing Till You Hear from Me” and Bosch got the idea he had come in at the end of a long set. The sax was draggy. It wasn’t a clean sound.
Connelly, Michael. The Last Coyote
Brownie was working through “Willow Weep for Me,”
Michael Connelly
The Last Coyote (1995)