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This may be the only time I can remember that I am giving a book 5 stars, but I'm not planning to read anymore in the series.

It's not the main character. I really liked Harry Bosch. Maybe he's a bit cliched, but I found him a likable sort of loner with a messed up past. A crummy childhood, combined with some serious PTSD from the Vietnam war, has left him unable to trust anyone. It's a good thing, really, because with just a couple of exceptions, everyone in this book is exclusively working for himself.

When the body of a fellow Tunnel Rat, a guy from Harry's old army unit, is found apparently dead of an overdose, Harry feels like he owes his old buddy more than the cursory glance the rest of the police force wants to give the case. Add to that some guilt Harry feels about letting his old buddy down, and he's just not about to let things drop. So when his investigation leads to a connection with a major bank heist that the FBI is still investigating, he starts asking questions. A lot of questions. And now he's being follow by two guys from Internal Affairs who can't wait to shut him down.

This all sounds pretty good, so what am I complaining about? It's just the general feel of the book. It's unrelentingly pessimistic - life stinks, you can't trust anyone (and Harry can't), everyone is hiding something, and there's no such thing as a happy ending for anyone. It's Harry against The World. And I'm just not going to read more of that. My own life is complicated enough; I don't want to read somethings this dark when it's supposed to be reading for fun. So I guess I'm saying that it's a good book; it's just not the right book for me.