He still felt the rejection, all these years later. He was ashen with remorse, an old man tormented by ghosts-the latest less than an hour old. Bosch nodded respectfully and slipped off his stool and put money on the bar. And there was no sign of Porter.
That was the first layer. While he waited for it to go through he looked across the street into the fog. Again he explained to his people that the young man was entitled to worship his gods in the accustomed manner, but he was apprehensive about what might happen next. She stopped him by saying, I am silenced.
Join the newsletter to receive news, updates, new products and freebies in your inbox.