Trunk Music by Michael Connelly. Oh dear. I picked it up because I felt like trying out a crime fiction author I haven’t read, and they’re few and far between these days. Also, the review on the back cover stated that his novels featuring Harry Bosch were among his best. Thinking it might be a fantastic Rankin/Rebus-esque thing, I bought it. But I’d worked out everything within the first few chapters, and waited out the rest of the book while the entirely inept police on the job finally came to the conclusion that was, to say the least, pretty damn obvious.
It was long, it was boring, it was entirely unenthusing. If you’re going to read any crime fiction, there’s enough good stuff out there to not bother with this.