I took Michael Connelly’s Void Moon from the bookshelf expecting to be lightly entertained with a decent pace and some twists. And I sure got that.
Void Moon is not part of his series (Harry Bosch or Mickey Haller), it’s a fully independent novel that partially strays from Connelly’s beloved L.A.
But he doesn’t stray too far. Only to Las Vegas. Some crimes do not stay there, but cause splash waves felt in the neighboring states, too.
The plot begins simply, but gathers both speed and complexity during the four hundred-ish pages it takes to run to a conclusion.
Flashbacks reveal the backstory slowly, and the descriptions of the tools of the trade provide a nice Ocean’s 11-vibe to the proceedings. The capstone is the heist itself, narrated at length and with a more than visible undertow of menace below the surface.