Another great 87th Precinct novel wherein they attempt to capture a serial killer whose vicitms seem to have little in common.
You almost think that Ed McBain knew he was nearing the end of the 87th Precinct when he wrote this, the 55th and last one. A killer is shooting his victims in the face at close range with the same 9mm Glock. Since the 87th caught the first one, they are also assigned the following ones. While the whole cast of the 87th is stretched thin trying to track down clues in geographically disparate killings McBain gets everyone involved in the chase Fat Ollie, Steve Carella, Bert Kling, Meyer Meyer. Maybe not his strongest, but certainly a fitting finale.
The cops at the 87th struggle to stem the rapidly growing body count of a serial killer who shoots all of his victims in the face. Finding clues to the killer and his or her motivations is particularly tough because the only obvious element shared by the deceased is that they're all over 50 years of age.
Last book by this author before he died. Not up to par with most of his other books. My daughter and I both think that someone else finished it.
This is the last 87th precinct book. Ed McBain has decided to retire. It follows the same format as all of his books. It is a great read and a quiet end to his series
