THE BRASS VERDICT By Michael Connelly
HOW influential will Richard and Judy’s book recommendations be now they have moved to less-viewed digital byways? Certainly, they have long been the darlings of grateful publishers. Take, for instance, Michael Connelly’s The Lincoln Lawyer, the sales of which shot through the roof after its R&J book club selection.
At the time existing Connelly fans felt a tad superior to the newcomers. They were already familiar with the author’s other hero, a tough detective called Harry Bosch who had appeared in a dynamic series of novels. However, The Lincoln Lawyer offered something new to them too in the shape of low-rent lawyer Mickey Haller.
Now Mickey’s back in this equally accomplished sequel – but he’s not alone. When he finds himself caught up in a murder, Connelly assigns Bosch as the homicide detective. Can the two men work together?
In The Brass Verdict Mickey is still smarting from the rigours of his previous case. Then fellow lawyer Jerry Vincent is killed and Mickey finds himself the recipient of a highly unusual bequest: he has inherited all of his dead colleague’s clients.
One of these is Hollywood mogul Walter Elliot, arraigned for the murder of his wife and her lover. Mickey is well aware that if he can pull off this case the ensuing media attention will catapult him back to the front rank of his profession.
Things are not straightforward, however, and when Bosch, the taciturn detective on the case, suggests that the murdered lawyer was killed by one of his own clients, Mickey realises that his inheritance of the client list could be just as deadly to him as it was to Jerry Vincent.
All of this is handled with the storytelling panache that has made Connelly a reader’s favourite and this second outing for Mickey Haller is equally as engrossing as The Lincoln Lawyer.
It’s a brave step introducing his characters to each other but the interplay between Haller and Bosch is as sparky as one could wish, although I would say the two men are a little overly similar. However, it’s a reservation that will not trouble Connelly’s aficionados.
So who will he feature in his next book: Haller or Bosch? Or both? Who cares if the writing is as energetic as it is here.