21/04/2026 03:30

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I will inform the other surveillance teams of what Bosch has come up with. After they're dead. He might have known who I was for a minute or two; I can’t be sure. When I was about twelve, sitting on my uncle Buddy’s porch in Hope, a man walked up the steps, looked at me, and said, “You’re Bill Blythe’s son.

Chandler, but that's not your concern. Sometimes people would rent rooms there, and at other motels and rooming houses around town, for weeks or even months at a time. '   'So what? She turned up and is saying some shit about me, it don't matter. I didn’t buy it, and I never stopped missing her long hair, though I did like it when, a few months later, s