When a failed painter and twice-failed husband is found dead in his sweltering apartment, everyone assumes it is suicide. But Detective Steve Carella knows that suicides leave notes, and they don't turn the air-conditioning off on the hottest night of the year. Carella is on the trail of a killer.
Book 35 in the 87th Precinct series.
A dead man lay reeking of alcohol--no forced entry, no visible wounds, and an empty bottle of seconal. It all added up to a simple suicide. Or did it? Why would an alcoholic artist, who was terrified of drugs, have ended his life with sleeping pills? It's all up to Detective Steve Carella of the 87th Precinct to uncover the real story.