SUMMARY:Steve Carella, Meyer Meyer, and Fat Ollie Weeks having been working the 87th Precinct for more than 40 years, but they're still the top dicks in town for devotees of Ed McBain's absorbing police procedurals. When a pretty, red-haired, ex-military pilot is killed, the boys in blue blunder around for a few chapters before they unmask her secret life as a drug courier. By then the burglar who broke into Cass Ridley's apartment and stole the "tip" she got for her last run has already tried to spend one of the $100 bills from her stash, attracting the attention of the Secret Service. The "superbill" is phony, and by the time Carella and his crew uncover the international counterfeit ring behind it, McBain has notched up the action with a terrorist plot to bomb Clarendon (read Carnegie) Hall, where an eminent Israeli violinist is performing. There's also a conspiracy involving a publishing company whose sales reps are so venal and violent you might think they were the creation of a writer who blamed them when his last book failed to sell. Not so McBain, who can't have too many complaints in that department. His publisher's reps have been living well for decades on the commissions earned on McBain's books (including those of Evan Hunter, his alter ego). That he has kept this series going for so long without tricking up the plots, turning his characters into stereotypes, or sacrificing their humanity is a tribute to his authorial gifts: expert pacing, sharp-edged dialogue, authenticity, wit, and confidence. There's only thing getting old in this, his 51st book in an evergreen series: the fictional convention that locates the 87th in a place called Isola instead of midtown Manhattan, where it so clearly is set. --Jane Adams
Ed McBain
SUMMARY:Outside the 87th Precinct a stranger stands in the falling snow. He knows he should go in and tell a policeman about what happened the night before, about Molly. Every second that he hesitates takes him one step farther away from the 87th Precinct station, as another second ticks away on an innocent woman's life.
SUMMARY:In this city, you can get anything done for a price. If you want someone's eyeglasses smashed, it'll cost you a subway token. You want his fingernails pulled out? His legs broken? You want him hurt so bad he's an invalid his whole life? You want him…killed? Let me talk to someone. It can be done. The hanging death of a nondescript old man in a shabby little apartment in a meager section of the 87th Precinct is nothing much in this city, especially to detectives Carella and Meyer. But everyone has a story, and this old man's story stood to make some people a lot of money. His story takes Carella, Meyer, Brown, and Weeks on a search through Isola's seedy strip clubs and to the bright lights of the theater district. There they discover an upcoming musical with ties to a mysterious drug -- and a killer who stays until the last dance.
SUMMARY:Two a.m. in the bitter cold of winter: the young Hispanic man's body is found in a tenement basement. The rope around his neck suggests a clear case of suicide - until the autopsy reveals he'd overdosed on heroin. He was a pusher, and now a thousand questions press down on the detectives of the 87th Precinct.Who set up the phony hanging? Whose fingerprints were on the syringe found at the scene? Who was making threatening phone calls, attempting to implicate Lieutenant Byrnes' teenage son? Somebody is pushing the 87th Precinct hard, and Detective Steve Carella and Lieutenant Pete Byrnes have to push back harder - before a frightening and deadly chain tightens its trip.
SUMMARY:Lieutenant Pete Byrnes and his fellow cops at the 87th Precinct race against time to find Pepe Miranda, a killer and two-bit hero of the street gangs of the city. Reissue.
Synopsis:Her game was death and her name was Virginia Dodge. She was out to put a bullet through Steve Carella's brain, and she didn't care if she had to kill all the boys in the 87th precinct to do it.So Virginia, armed with gun and bottle of nitroglycerin, spent a quiet afternoon in the precinct house, terror ising Lieutenant Byrnes and his detectives with her clever little homemade bomb.They all sat waiting there for Steve Carella. Could all the men of the 87th, prisoners of one crazy broad, be powerless to save Carella from his rendezvous with death…?In one of his most dazzling novels of the 87th Precinct, Ed McBain exposes the dangerous loyalties that both keep the boys of the 87th together, and threaten to tear them apart.
SUMMARY:It's midnight in Isola, and the cops on the night shift at the 87th Precinct brace themselves for another week of terrifying violence. But two seperate crimes, utterly unlike each other, are already underway. The murderers are out there in the city, but not in the most obvious places. Carella and the other officers of the 87th won't make their arrests until they have followed the weapons, the witnesses and the dead ends through some surprising parts of the sleeping city.
Эван Хантер