Réunit : "La rousse" ; "Mort d'un tatoué" ; "En pièces détachées" ; "Tout le monde sont là !" ; "Après le trépas" ; "Le Sourdingue" ; "Branle-bas au 87e".

87e district. 4

Chroniques du 87eme district:Faites-moi confianceVictime au choixCrédit illimitéSouffler n'est pas tuerSoupe aux pouletsPas d'avenir pour ...La main dans le sacA la bonne heure

Chroniques Du 87e District (87th Precinct, #4, #5, #6, #7, #8, #9, #10, #11, #12)

By day the city works. By night it plays, and everyone is invited to the game: the rich the poor, the adventurous and the tame. Sometimes, the playground turns deadly. Sometimes, the homicide detectives from the 87th Precinct are invited, too...Sadie When She DiedThe victim had a knife plunged in her chest. The husband was glad, and didn't hide it. From the beginning, Detective Carella is sure someone was hired to make the murder look like an interrupted robbery. Then the dead woman's secrets begin to come out of the closet. Now happily married, Steve Carella and unhappily single Bert Kling are entering a city's sexual underground to find out which is more dangerous: a world where anything goes or a husband with secrets of his own.Page Numbers Source ISBN: 1477805613

Après Le Trépas (87th Precinct, #26)

A young girl jumps to her death, a salesman gets blown apart, and two semi-nude bodies are found dead on a bed with all the earmarks of a love pact.Spring was really here for the 87th Precinct.Carella and Hawes thought the double suicide stank of homicide, but they couldn't get a break.Fortunately, Hawes had something going with Christine - like love...

On suicide

It's the heart of the summer. Kids are playing in open hydrants. The water pressure is sinking, and tempers are rising. The cops of the 87th Precinct know that someone out there is fighting fire with fire. And as usual, its all about...

Flouze (87th Precinct, #29)

Outside the 87th Precinct a stranger stands in the falling snow. A big man with big hands, Roger hesitates: He knows he should go in and tell a policeman about what happened the night before; about Molly, the homely girl he met in a bar and brought back to his rented room. But then again...The snow falls on the city. Pushers, pimps, and working stiffs come and go. Roger tries to make up his mind. And 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...

Entre deux chaises

"Bloody palmprints. He would always remember seeing first the bloody prints, one on each side of the glass-paneled doors. And then the doors swinging open and the girl spilling into the room. Arms wide, hands imploring . . . blue dress torn open over white blood-smeared bra, she lurched toward the muster desk, beseeching Kling to help, for God's sake, help."The girl was Patricia Lowery, fifteen years old. She was the lucky one. Soon after, they found her cousin, Muriel Stark, seventeen, lying in a doorway, her body ripped with knife wounds. Hysterically, Patricia talked to Detectives Steve Carella and Bert Kling of the 87th Precinct, telling her brutal story of molestation and murder. The man was tall, dark-haired, blue-eyed, she said; he had a knife blade four inches long, she would never forget what he looked like, what he made them do.Immediately, Kling and Carella set out to find the killer, launching interrogations, file searches, laboratory analyses -- all the weapons of investigation at their command. The twisting, blood-spotted trail leads them deep into the warped world of the sex offender. Then, click. Tall, dark hair, blue eyes, phony alibi. And a positive identification from Patricia: "I said I'd never forget."There's only one problem. He's the wrong man.

Adieu Cousine... (87th Precinct, #32)

Un bout de la corde était attaché aux barreaux de la fenêtre ; l'autre extrémité était nouée autour du cou du jeune homme. Le teint était violacé, légèrement terreux. À quelques centimètres du corps, gisait une seringue hypodermique vide.La mort avait envahi silencieusement la nuit. Il était temps pour Carella de se mettre en chasse.

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