He said it had just come to him, that maybe the follower had started way back then. And he could see the gold medal, the Holy Spirit, bouncing on his chest. Some were streetwalkers, some were higher up the scale as escorts. He wasn't sure whether he wanted to find something that would convince him Mora was the follower or convince him he was not.
' Without looking at him, Bosch said, 'I know. It all matched up, Amado said. It’s built up now, but then it was still a little Mexican hamlet with bumpy unpaved streets, open bars, and tropical birds in the trees. I can't remember her real name.
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