It’s Christmastime and nobody’s working except the cops of the 87th Precinct. First they have to deal with the body of a woman eaten by lions in the zoo, then with a shot corpse found in a rubbish bin. Money appears throughout the interlinked stories: counterfeit currency, money to pay for cocaine trafficking, money to pay for random bomb attacks. A lot of chaos behind the driving force of money. A very pleasant story with a good dose of humour. Good read.
“I’m having trouble with the notes in the first few bars,” he said.
He loved musical terms.
Until now, a bar was just a place where you went to have a beer.
Helen looked at him.
“The notes in the first few bars?” she asked.
“Yeah. They’re giving me trouble,” he said.
“There is only one note in the first few bars,” she said. “It is the same note repeated three times. G. The note is G. Three times. Bom, bom, bom. Night. And. Day. That is the same note, Mr. Weeks. How can it be giving you trouble?”