87th Precinct / 

"Selah must battle the forces of nature and those in the Mountain who are calling for her blood, but the ultimate betrayal of her own body may soon make her quest impossible as it becomes apparent that what has made her new could also drive her to a life of madness"--

The first thing you need to know about this city is that it is big. It is difficult to explain to someone who has never seen it. The next thing you need to know is that it's dangerous. Never mind the reassuring bulletins from the mayor's office; just watch the first ten minutes of the eleven o'clock news and you'll learn exactly what the people of this city are capable of doing to other people in this city. This week's city tabloids depict the face of a pretty, dead girl who lay sprawled near a park bench not seven blocks from the 87th precinct house, while the late night news reports on the latest exploits of The Cookie Boy, a professional thief who leaves a box of chocolate chip cookies behind after a score. Behind the scenes, detectives Carella and Brown soon discover that this is not your average dead girl, but one with an unusual past. As they piece together her secrets, detectives Meyer and Kling search Isola's pawnshops for items stolen by The Cookie Boy. While the detectives are investigating their cases, one of them is being stalked by the man who killed his father.

On Halloween the quiet of the early evening is shattered by a series of sudden, violent incidents which take place during a shift at the 87th Precinct.

247 p. (large print) ; 23 cm

This compelling story of death and retribution skillfully combines the day-to-day action of a pricinct station house with the tense drama of the search for the Deaf Man, a particularly abhorrent villain.

An anonymous sniper on a deadly rampage has the men of the 87th Precinct on their heels and the city with tattered nerves; they must somehow find their man before he takes aim again.

"A craftsman visiting the city struggles to contact the 87th Precinct with details of a former lover s sudden death when there s another beauty distracting him. The 87th Precinct [is] one of the great literary accomplishments of the last half-century. Pete Hamill, Newsday McBain has the ability to make every character believable which few writers these days can do"--Associated Press.

What could be easier? He had a confessed killer, clear fingerprints, and a witness. Everything was sewed up tight. Or was it?Detective Steve Carella could not forget Gerald Fletcher standing beside the body of his beautiful wife, Sarah, announcing how glad he was that someone had stabbed her. And when Fletcher kept wining and dining him, flattering and heckling him, tossing him clue after clue, Carella could sniff that there was more to Sarah's death than just bungled burglary. When Sarah's little black book turned up a mile-long record of her nocturnal adventures, Carella knew it was time to call in the boys of the 87th, to find out why everyone was calling her Sadie when she died.