Carella, Meyer Meyer et tous les flics du 87? butinent le bitume, fréquentent les coulisses des théâtres, font des descentes dans les garnis des drogués, poursuivent les obsédés. Décidément la ville d'Isola est un vrai sac-poubelle...

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Une île charmante et paisible apparemment. Sauf qu'il s'y passait des choses un peu bizarres. Une championne de natation s'y était noyée l'année précédente, on venait d'y assassiner la femme d'un pêcheur. À présent, voici qu'on kidnappait la petite fille d'un homme qui s'était montré un peu trop curieux d'éclaircir ces mystères. Il y avait pourtant un mobile à sa curiosité : la noyée n'était autre que son épouse.

Le dernier plongeon

Hark

"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)

"Stan Gifford was a funny man. So funny that every Wednesday night millions of people lowered their lights and raised his TV rating to unparalleled heights -- until the night he lost his sense of humor, and his life. Everyone watching thought it was a heart attack. Everyone except Detectives Carella and Meyer, who had a hunch that even forty million witnesses could be wrong...and brilliantly conceived a plan to prove it.Meanwhile, at the 87th Precinct, Detective Kling had his hands full with a black-and-blue blonde. She'd been attacked and sadistically beaten as a warning to stay away from the police, but evidently had been in no mood to listen. Detective Kling took a very close look at the facts, a very long look at the blonde, and accepted the case -- going far beyond the line of duty to solve it.Eighty Million Eyes is one of the most icily explicit expositions of police procedure any reader will ever encounter -- a double-edged thriller dealing with two cases whose histories run concurrently. There is plenty of fascinating lab work, tough action and typical McBain irony before the 87th ties up the loose ends of this unique, twin-sized surprise shocker. It's an absolute spellbinder." -- Book Jacket of the Book Club Edition.

80 Millions De Voyeurs (87th Precinct, #21)

A young woman stops at the grocery store after work, but she never makes it home—at least not all the way. She is stabbed to death in front of her building, her groceries strewn across the cold pavement. Upstairs her neighbor and popular ghost story author Gregory Craig lay dead as well, stabbed in his apartment. When Craig’s publisher is found murdered just days later, Detective Steve Carella has a deadly mystery on his hands, one unlike any he’s ever had before.Searching for clues, Carella instead finds Craig’s girlfriend, a medium whose spooky predictions keep him guessing. When some leads take him to a “haunted” house on the New England shores, strange events turn even stranger…until, back in the city, he turns up the crucial evidence he needs to track down the killer.A rare twist in Ed McBain’s 87th Precinct series, Ghosts weaves the haunting uneasiness of the supernatural thriller with a classic, tightly plotted police procedural. Stephen King hails Ghosts as “excellent. It’s a fine—and creepy—mystery, and a fine novel.”

Un poulet chez les spectres

Un monument de la littérature policière.

Un commissariat au coeur d'une grande cité, une brigade d'inspecteurs dans la jungle urbaine...
En 53 romans, Ed McBain nous invite à partager le quotidien de policiers confrontés au crime, du lendemain de la guerre de Corée au début de notre millénaire, faisant de cette fresque un formidable observatoire des mutations de la société américaine : le racisme, la guerre du Vietnam, l'émergence des gangs, les ravages de la drogue...
Présentées dans leur suite chronologique et dans des traductions révisées et intégrales, les chroniques du 87e District apparaissent aujourd'hui pour ce qu'elles sont : une vaste comédie humaine d'un demi-siècle de l'histoire des Etats-Unis.

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