Hark!

A Novel of the 87th Precinct

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I'm a Fathead, Men!
I Am the Deaf Man!
Unscrambling the cryptic messages -- anagrams, Detective Carella called them -- delivered to the 87th Precinct confirmed that the master criminal who has eluded them time and again is not only alive and well, but may or may not be behind a deadly revenge shooting. For that matter, the Deaf Man may or may not be deaf. But he's getting through loud and clear with clues drawn from Shakespeare's works -- taunting hints and maddening riddles pointing to his next plan of attack. It doesn't take a literary scholar to know there's no room for misinterpretation. For when the Deaf Man talks, everybody listens...or somebody gets hurt.

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Pocket Star |
432 pages |
ISBN 9780743476522 |
November 2005

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“The Deaf Man is still a holy terror... ”

– The New York Times

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“The Deaf Man is still a holy terror... ”

– The New York Times
“A treat that die-hard fans of the hard-boiled police procedural should not pass up. ”

– The New York Times
“Ed McBain is, by far, the best at what he does. Case closed. ”

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Chapter One

Gloria knew that someone was in her apartment the moment she unlocked the door and entered. She was reaching into her tote bag when a man's voice said, "No, don't."

Her fingertips were an inch away from the steel butt of a .380 caliber Browning.

"Really," the voice said. "I wouldn't."

She closed the door behind her, reached for the switch to the right of the door jamb, and snapped on the lights.

He was sitting in an easy chair across the room, facing the entrance door. He was wearing gray slacks, black loafers, blue socks, and a matching dark blue, long-sleeved linen shirt. The...