Operating under the widely recognized pseudonym Ed McBain, this American author, who also wrote as Evan Hunter, carved a significant niche in crime fiction. His work is celebrated for its gritty realism and authentic portrayal of police procedural elements. McBain masterfully delved into the complexities of human nature and societal issues within his narratives. His distinctive style and compelling storytelling have cemented his legacy as a pivotal figure in the genre.
First it was the strange phone calls, then the bizarre photographs. The boys of the 87th Precinct knew their arch nemesis, The Deaf Man, was back in town. Even a gruesome crucifixion and a cat burglar who leaves live kittens as his calling card could not keep Carella, Ling, Hawes, and Brown from the torment of the Deaf Man's riddles. And time was running out.
A crime novel first published in 1964, in which Steve Carella of the 87th Precinct searches for a sniper who is killing innocent victims.
A blonde woman, a living doll, is found slashed to death. Steve Carella wants Bert King on the case, a belligerent cop. When he goes missing, presumed dead, the officers of the 87th Precinct go all out to find the truth.
A murder mystery from the 87TH PRECINCT series, first published in 1972, in which a detective discovers that the odd-shaped snapshot found clutched in a dead man's hand is a piece of deadly puzzle worth a suitcase of stolen cash.
For almost 50 years, fans of crime fiction have followed the boys of the 87th Precinct, a fictional urban police department precinct created by the novelist Evan Hunter, writing under the pseudonym Ed McBain.
Sees the return of the Deaf Man - taunting the boys of the 87th Precinct with enigmatic messages and ill deeds, specially for Christmas. The author also wrote "Lightning".
Steve Carella of the 87th Precinct faces the precinct's greatest foe, the Deaf Man, when the criminal returns to a life of crime in order to murder the city's graffiti artists
There are 186 patrolmen and a handful of detectives in the 87th Precinct, but it's never quite enough. Because between petty crimes and major felonies, between crimes of hate and crimes of passion, the city never sleeps -- and for these cops, a day never ends... The night shift has a murdered go-go dancer, a firebombed black church, a house full of ghosts, and a mother trying to get her twenty-two year-old to come home. The day shift: a naked hippie lying smashed on the concrete, two murderous armed robbers in Halloween masks, and a man beaten senseless by four guys using sawed-off broom handles. Altogether, it's a day in the life. But for a certain cop in the 87th Precinct, it could just be his last...
It was exactly the sort of case Detective Steve Carella despised. One girl had been raped and murdered; another savagely knifed. A cold-blooded madman was loose in the 87th Precinct. The survivor of the slashing said she could identify her assailant in the police line-up, but he certainly wasn't Carella's prime suspect.
