Murder At The 42nd Street Library: A Mystery (Thomas Dunne Book) - Plot & Excerpts
He found a small fleet of police cars parked in a kind of mishmash constellation on Fifth Avenue. At the top of the marble steps, in front of the giant bronze doors, was the sort of chaotic scene you find during police action. A crowd gathered; uniformed officers pushed the crowd back while folks in the crowd pushed back against the officers, craning their necks, jostling for position. Ambler was stopped from going up the steps, so like everyone else he craned his neck to see what was happening. A wave of blue uniforms came through the revolving door and seemed to flow down the steps. Behind them, flanked by plainclothes detectives, his hands cuffed behind, nothing to shield his expression of mortification, came Harry Larkin. “Harry!” Ambler shouted as the entourage moved close to him at the bottom of the stairs. Harry turned his pale face toward Ambler, his expression like the frozen, pasty face you see on a corpse. Ed Ford, Cosgrove’s partner, steered him by the elbow. From him, Ambler got a quick glance and a flicker of irritation.
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