" He loved the city most at night. The night hid many of the sorrows. It silenced the city yet brought deep undercurrents to the surface. It was in this dark slipstream that he believed he moved most freely. Behind the cover of shadows. Like a rider in a limousine, he looked out but no one looked in. "

― Michael Connelly , The Black Ice (Harry Bosch, #2; Harry Bosch Universe, #2)