It was a simple, routine kick-the-shit-out-of-the-guy type of interrogation; the subject an eighteen-year-old junkie moving now deep into the withdrawal stages and panic. The collar had been made while the kid was in the act of ripping a handbag off a fat woman in daylight at Broadway and 107th S...
But in his own mind, Williams had a better name for the squad: just call them the fuckups. He was dealing with a disaster area; he was dealing with a squad that in the good old days would have been working the urinal circuits in Times Square or trying to pick up queers in Greenwich Village. Now, ...
I’ll do anything that you want to do. If you want to quit the department, you can do it, I don’t care, we’ll get married whenever you want. In the meantime, I’ll live with you. I won’t stop you from doing anything that you feel you have to. But don’t you think that it’s better to stay in? You can...
Loaded up only with light gear, a belt, a couple of hand grenades, a.357 magnum, and a small-bore rifle, as well as the dependable.45, Wulff took the Fleetwood into the canyons surrounding the estate again and found that the police cars had disappeared from the access road, that there seemed to b...
But the survival instinct was within him as ever, and although in many ways that seemed tempting, just giving up like that and going with the roll, he did not do so. He was able to get hold of some ground, heavy, dense mud which retarded the roll and then, wrenching himself against the force of t...
He had run the first cordon of Calabrese’s men through sheer stealth; as he had anticipated the old man had the beach within a certain perimeter ringed with troops, forty or fifty men staking out, but he knew things about combat terrain learned in Vietnam which Calabrese could not have sensed and...
Wulff wondered if this was what dealing with the junk business came down to: you lived in one miserable cell of a furnished room after another, the insides as interchangeable as the rage which was still beating away in his skull. One thing was sure: the merchants, the suppliers, the quiet men who...
But a lot had happened in the three days before that, so much that it made the ambush almost inconsequential. Not that that was the right way to take it … because the men at the roadblock were really ready to kill him. Still, it was something of an anti-cimax after what he had been through. He wa...
It was an ordinary trip signal of the type which set off a blinker and a buzz in the setting on the opposite wall, and he saw it as he was literally poised over the girl, seeking entrance. Her pants were down around one ankle, sweater pulled up to the neck and she was regarding him with an intens...