Connelly is usually very good.
His Bosch books are first-rate.
This one starts with Connelly's usual flair and finesse, but falters, haltingly, after about one-third of the way.
The plot becomes fairly predictable, and the "twists" are forced and strained, with the confluence of coincidences making "suspension of disbelief" unsustainable.
Additionally, his courtroom stuff in this book, as in his others, is weak.
(Connelly should stick with the police-procedurals at which he is so skilled.)
If Connelly wanted his hero to be a skilled trial lawyer, they both fail.
All in all, what started out very well done, petered out page-by-page.
Go back to Harry Bosch please.
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