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The Setting Sun Burned The Sky Pink And Orange In The Same Bright Hues As Surfers' Bathing Suits. It Was Beautiful Deception, Bosch Thought, As He Drove North On The Hollywood Freeway To Home. Sunsets Did That Here. Made You Forget It Was The Smog That Made Their Colors So Brilliant, That Behind Every Pretty Picture There Could Be An Ugly Story.

I Was Enamored Of Detectives As A Teenager. I Liked What They Did - Piecing Things Together, Thinking About Situations. But To Get There? Eight To Ten Years In A Patrol Car? I Didn't Have That In Me. I Didn't Want To Tell People What To Do.

That's The Irony In The Work: The Best Stories Are The Worst Things That Happen. My Best Times Were Somebody Else's Worst.

When I Was A Teenager, I Was A Voracious Reader Of Crime Fiction, But Only Contemporary Books.

No Way Back Is My Kind Of Novel - A Tough, Taut Thriller - Mofina Knows The World He Writes About.