M H. (TitanFan) reviewed on + 16 more book reviews
An 87th Precinct thriller... from the most famous police series in history.
Detective Richard Havilland only knew that he was flying backwards, off balance. He knew only that he collided with the plate glass window, and that the window shattered around him in a thousand flying fragments of sharp s;linters. He felt sudden pain and he yelled, with something close to tears in his voice, "You bastard! You dirty bastard! You can go and..." but that was all he said. Ne never said another word... Glass had pierced his jugular vein!
Detective Richard Havilland only knew that he was flying backwards, off balance. He knew only that he collided with the plate glass window, and that the window shattered around him in a thousand flying fragments of sharp s;linters. He felt sudden pain and he yelled, with something close to tears in his voice, "You bastard! You dirty bastard! You can go and..." but that was all he said. Ne never said another word... Glass had pierced his jugular vein!
