Mark Twain Hotel
Excerpt From The Overlook (Photo by Wendy Werris)
Bosch and Ferras stepped out the front door of the Mark Twain Hotel and surveyed the morning. The light was just beginning to enter the sky. The marine layer was coming in gray and thick and was deepening the shadows in the streets. It made it look like a city of ghosts and that was fine with Bosch. It matched his outlook.
"You think he'll stay put?" Ferras asked.
"He's got no place else to go," he said.
They had just checked their witness into the hotel under the alias Charles Dickens.