Fiddlers (Murder Room) - Softcover

PRAISE FOR ED MCBAIN

"Flourishing his style like trumps, the author can still send characters wherever he wants-to crack den, station house, jail, or church-and make them act and sound like natives to that turf. Imitators may come and take notes, but McBain still owns the old 87."--New York Times Book Review

"Ed McBain [is the] godfather of the modern police detective series."--Boston Globe

"Ed McBain is a master. He is a superior stylist, a spinner of artfully designed and sometimes macabre plots."--Newsweek

"The amazing thing, beyond the herculean volume of McBain's work, is the quality of it. He has won every important prize available to a crime writer, and the 87th Precinct novels, upon which his reputation will rest, are as impressive a body of work as exists in his chosen genre, the police procedural."--The Washington Post

"McBain is one of the best mystery/suspense/thriller writers of our era."--San Diego Union Tribune

"McBain shows why he is a master. He makes another visit with the detectives of New York's 87th precinct worth it."--Houston Chronicle

"McBain has a great approach, great attitude, terrific style, strong plots, excellent dialogue, sense of place, and sense of reality."-Elmore Leonard

"The grand master of the police procedural certainly hasn't mellowed . . . McBain continues to hone his ability to effortlessly toss out memorable observations and characters."--USA Today

"Imagine your favorite Law & Order cast solving fresh mysteries into infinity, with no reruns, and you have some sense of McBain's grand, ongoing accomplishment."--Entertainment Weekly

Ed McBain's latest installment in the 87th Precinct series finds the detectives stumped by a serial killer who doesn't fit the profile. A blind violinist taking a smoke break, a cosmetics sales rep cooking an omelet in her own kitchen, a college professor trudging home from class, a priest contemplating retirement in the rectory garden, an old woman out walking her dog--these are the seemingly random targets shot twice in the face with a Glock. But most serial killers don't use guns. Most serial killers don't strike five times in two weeks. And most serial killers' prey share something more than being over fifty years of age. Now it falls to Detective Steve Carella and his colleagues in the 87th Precinct to find what the victims' had in common before another body is found.

With trademark wit and sizzling dialogue, McBain unravels a mystery and examines the dreams we chase in the darkening hours before the fiddlers have fled.