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Excerpt From The Black Ice

He looked away from the fire and down into the dried brush that carpeted the hillside and surrounded the pylons that held his own home to the hillside on the west side of the pass. He saw daisies and wildflowers in the chaparral below. But not the coyote he had seen in recent weeks hunting in the arroyo below his house. He had thrown down pieces of chicken to the scavenger on occasion, but the animal never accepted the food while Bosch watched. Only when Bosch went back in off the porch would the animal creep out and take the offerings. Harry had christened the coyote "Timido." Sometimes late at night he heard the coyote's howl echoing up the pass.