I usually find Connelly's novels a fun read. They draw me in, keep me engaged. Not so with this one. I found it hard to care about any of the characters in The Late Show and impossible to become involved in the story. What's more, the book is consistently burdened with painful detail. There are endless descriptions of characters' every movement step by step, of all the details in detectives' written reports and with what fingers they type them, about where they choose to sit in the station house and where they place things in their cars, and much more. Sadly, few if any of this deepens our understanding of characters or adds anything to the plot. I almost always complete books I've begun, even when they're less than compelling. I had no trouble setting this one aside, though, after five or six chapters.