The Brass Verdict by Michael Connelly brings back Mickey Haller from the best selling novel The Lincoln Lawyer, and he has been through his own personal hell in the interim. Haller’s private demons are unveiled subtly, adding depth and higher stakes as he is pulled out of retirement by a murder. That murder is being investigated by Connelly’s modern day Philip Marlowe – LAPD Homicide Detective Harry Bosch, and the two men thrive on suspicion of one another. Reading their back and forth maneuvers as Haller hides behind attorney-client privilege, and Bosch seeks justice like a bloodhound is a thrill and delight. This is Haller’s story, though, as he defends a wealthy movie producer accused of murder – a scenario that feels like it was filched from front-page news. Connelly proves once again that he knows his way around the timing and verbal pyrotechnics of a taut courtroom scene, and ends with a shocking reveal that I can’t wait to see how he plays out in subsequent novels.