What was a loud transit cop in a loud sport coat doing on the quiet streets of ultra posh Larchmont, New York? Quentin Jacoby, private detective-by-accident, wasn't letting those cool white pillars fool him. There was a lot more cooking back there than nouvelle cuisine.
Like drugs. Race fixing. A doctor Feelgood up to his stethoscope in organized crime. And the brutal slashing of a string of preppy prostitutes, was the beginning that made Jacoby's thirty years on the subways look like a day at the beach...
Like drugs. Race fixing. A doctor Feelgood up to his stethoscope in organized crime. And the brutal slashing of a string of preppy prostitutes, was the beginning that made Jacoby's thirty years on the subways look like a day at the beach...
