A Novel of the 87th Precinct.
It's midnight in Isola, and the cops on the night shift at the 87th Precinct brace themselves for another week of terrifying violence. Two separate crimes are already underway . . .
Svetlana Helder is dead: just another old lady shot by a burglar. But Carella and Hawes think that there might be more to her story: burglars don't usually shoot the cat too.
Yolande Marie Marx isn't dead. But the crack-addicted hooker has just agreed to spend the night with three preppies called Richard: eighteen years old, smart as hell, drunk as skunks - and a lot more dangerous than they look.
The guilty are out there in the city, but not in the most obvious places. Carella and the other officers of the 87th follow the weapons, the witnesses and the dead ends through the sleeping streets of Isola . . .
