Michael Connelly writes the best crime fiction of anyone. His “Lincoln Lawyer” series, about Mickey Haller, and the detective series of Harry Bosch, are as good as they come. But before he began a career as a novelist, he was a crime reporter for two major newspapers. In his book “Crime Beat,” he tells of those early years of covering the dark underside of Fort Lauderdale and Los Angeles.
I’ve chosen three segments from “Crime Beat” as excellent jumping off places for sermons or articles or essays.
It all comes down to moments.
Connelly’s fascination with detectives started with a single moment. He was 16, on his way home from his shift as a hotel dish washer in Fort Lauderdale. The streets were deserted, with no person in sight, and when the red light caught him he thought of running it. Before doing that, he looked both ways. And that’s when he saw something.