The empty hours: three chillers from the 87th Precinct
She was young, wealthy - and dead. Strangled to death in a slum apartment. All they had to go on was her name and some cancelled cheques. As Steve Carella said, 'Those cheques are the diary of her life. We'll find the answer there.' But how was he to know that they would reveal something much stranger than murder?
On Passover the rabbi bled to death. Someone had brutally stabbed him and painted a J on the synagogue wall. Everyone knew who the killer was - it had to be Finch, the Jew-hater. Or did it...?
The snow was pure white except where Cotton Hawes stared down at the bright red pool of blood spreading away from the dead girl's body. Hawes was supposed to be on a skiing holiday, but he couldn't just stand by and watch the local cops make a mess of the case. He had to catch the ski-slope slayer before he killed again.
|Grouped Work ID||5c556606-1c5e-4f4d-486d-2fd46d32cdf2|
|Grouping Title||empty hours three chillers from the 87th precinct|
|Grouping Author||ed mcbain|
|Grouping Language||English (eng)|
|Last Grouping Update||2020-09-01 20:42:06PM|
|Last Indexed||2020-11-24 04:21:11AM|
|Novelist Primary ISBN||none|
|author||McBain, Ed, 1926-2005.|
|available_at_santafe||Main Library (Curbside Pickup)|
|local_callnumber_santafe||Mystery McBain, E|
|owning_library_santafe||Santa Fe Public Library|
|owning_location_santafe||Main Library (Curbside Pickup)|
|subject_facet||87th Precinct (Imaginary place) -- Fiction|
|title_display||The empty hours : three chillers from the 87th Precinct|
|title_full||The empty hours : three chillers from the 87th Precinct Ed McBain|
|title_short||The empty hours|
|title_sub||three chillers from the 87th Precinct|
|topic_facet||87th Precinct (Imaginary place)|