Dimensions
152 x 234 x 23mm
$1.7 million dollars of trouble in a very crowded 87th Precinct . . .
Cassandra Lee Ridley was only the first victim. The beautiful red-headed, ex-Airforce pilot had done her job perfectly - ferrying the hard currency south of the border to pay for an enormous consignment of cocaine - and she was already back in New York when her Mexican vendors caught up with her.
The "hard" currency was as genuine as a politician's word of honour and these weren't the sort of people to let that slide. Pride had been hurt. But, unfortunately, Cassandra didn't know quite enough to save her life . . .
And when her naked body is tossed into a lions' cage in the 87th Precinct, it becomes the unfortunate responsibility of Detective Steve Carella. And before long, she is not alone. A book salesman is found stuffed into a garbage can, with a bullet in the back of his head, the body of a fake Texas ranger turns up, the wrong end of 10,000 volts of cattle prod and two gorgeous blondes are on a rampage through the city.
With lightning pace, an endlessly twisting plot and all the slick trademarks of the best of Ed McBain's writing, 'Money, Money, Money' confirms the author's standing as an enduring legend of crime fiction.
