Ed Mcbain - Fuzz

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Fuzz

Copyright 1968 by Ed Mcbain

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First electronic edition published 2000 by RosettaBooks LLC, New York.

ISBN 0-7953-0320-3

Contents

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eForeword

In the big-city squad room of the 87th Precinct, the detectives have seen and heard just about everything. But novelist Ed McBain always discovers a new angle when he returns to them and his 1968 novel Fuzz is among his best. One of the 87th Precincts real heroes, Steve Carella, is at the center of this thriller, in which the police must find a serial assassin who is killing off city officials one by one, when his ransom demands are not met.

Ed McBain is a pseudonym for the American novelist Evan Hunter (b. 1926). Hunter published his first 87th Precinct novel in 1956 (CopHater), and the series now numbers well over 30 titles. These novels forever altered the style of the police procedural (a novel that explores the solving of a crime), and their impact on popular culture has been profound. The legendary Japanese director Akira Kurosawa based a film on one of McBains novels, and television series such as NYPD Blue and Hill Street Blues owe them a huge debt. Hunters style, as McBain, captures the tough, combative atmosphere of urban police work with humor and humanity, and it is one of the treasures of modern American genre fiction.

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This is for my father-in-law,

HARRY MELNICK,

who inspired The Heckler,

and who must therefore take

at least partial blame for this one.

Oh boy, what a week.

Fourteen muggings, three rapes, a knifing on Culver Avenue, thirty-six assorted burglaries, and the squadroom was being painted.

Not that the squadroom didnt need painting.

Detective Meyer Meyer would have been the first man to admit that the squadroom definitely needed painting. It merely seemed idiotic for the city to decide to paint it now, at the beginning of March, when everything outside was rotten and cold and miserable and dreary, and when you had to keep the windows shut tight because you never could get enough damn heat up in the radiators, and as a result had the stink of turpentine in your nostrils all day long, not to mention two painters underfoot and overhead, both of whom never would have made it in the Sistine Chapel.

Excuse me, one of the painters said, could you move that thing?

What thing? Meyer said.

That thing.

That thing. Meyer said, almost blowing his cool, happens to be our Lousy File. That thing happens to contain information on known criminals and troublemakers in the precinct, and that thing happens to be invaluable to the hard-working detectives of this squad.

Big deal, the painter said.

Wont he move it? the other painter asked.

You move it, Meyer said. Youre the painters, you move it.

Were not supposed to move nothing, the first painter said.

Were only supposed to paint, the second painter said.

Im not supposed to move things, either, Meyer said. Im supposed to detect.

Okay, so dont move it, the first painter said, itll get all full of green paint.

Put a dropcloth on it, Meyer said.

We got our dropcloths over there on those desks there, the second painter said, thats all the dropcloths we got.

Why is it I always get involved with vaudeville acts? Meyer asked.

Huh? the first painter said.

Hes being wise, the second painter said.

All I know is I dont plan to move that filing cabinet, Meyer said. In fact, I dont plan to move anything. Youre screwing up the whole damn squadroom, we wont be able to find anything around here for a week after youre gone.

We do a thorough job, the first painter said.

Besides, we didnt ask to come, the second painter said. You think we got nothing better to do than shmear around up here? You think this is an interesting job or something? This is a boring job, if you want to know.

It is, huh? Meyer said.

Yeah, its boring, the second painter said.

Its boring, thats right, the first painter agreed.

Everything apple green, you think thats interesting? The ceiling apple green, the walls apple green, the stairs apple green, thats some interesting job, all right.

We had a job last week at the outdoor markets down on Council Street, that was an interesting job.

That was the most interesting job we ever had, the second painter said. Every stall was a different pastel color, you know those stalls they got? Well, every one of them was a different pastel color, that was a good job.

This is a crappy job, the first painter said.

Its boring and its crappy, the second painter agreed.

Im still not moving that cabinet, Meyer said, and the telephone rang. 87th Squad, Detective Meyer, he said into the receiver.

Is this Meyer Meyer in person? the voice on the other end asked.

Whos this? Meyer asked.

First please tell me if Im speaking to Meyer Meyer himself?

This is Meyer Meyer himself.

Oh God, I think I may faint dead away.

Listen, who

This is Sam Grossman.

Hello, Sam, whats

I cant tell you how thrilled I am to be talking to such a famous person, Grossman said.

Yeah?

Yeah.

Okay, what is it? I dont get it.

You mean you dont know?

No, I dont know. What is it Im supposed to know? Meyer asked.

Im sure youll find out, Grossman said.

Theres nothing I hate worse than a mystery, Meyer said, so why dont you just tell me what youre talking about and save me a lot of trouble?

Ah-ha, Grossman said.

You I need today, Meyer said, and sighed.

Actually, Im calling about a mans sports jacket, size thirty-eight, color red-and-blue plaid, label Toms Town and Country, analysis of suspect stain on the left front flap requested. Know anything about it?

I requested the test, Meyer said.

You got a pencil handy?

Shoot.

Blood negative, semen negative. Seems to be an ordinary kitchen stain, grease or oil. You want us to break it down?

No, that wont be necessary.

This belong to a rape suspect?

Weve had three dozen rape suspects in here this week. We also have two painters.

I beg your pardon?

Forget it. Is that all?

Thats all. It certainly was a pleasure talking to you, Mr. Meyer Meyer, you have no idea how thrilled I am.