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BALLARD KNOCKED ON the door of the house on Woodrow Wilson. It was dark but the lights were on behind the windows. She was raising her fist to knock a second time when the door opened and there stood Harry Bosch.

“Renée, you all right?”

“I am now. I need help, Harry. And I think you’re the only one I can trust.”

“Is this about Maddie?”

“No, nothing to do with Maddie.”

“Come in.”

He stepped back and Ballard entered.