The electric buzz was louder on top and he carefully moved his hand grips until he was able to drop down next to the still forms of the dogs. The crowd became even louder, cheering wildly, as the banderilleros flooded the ring, waving capes and drawing the bull's attention from the fallen horse and rider. He wasn't interested in this banter. Sylvia interrupted his thoughts.
Bosch was staring at open road in the night-vision scope. I wasn't going to move the fucking thing. I mean, I didn't know what he had done but I knew something happened. Couple things don't fit with that.
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