The Pusher (US) is another cracking read in the 87th
Precinct series.
Steve Carella is back from honeymoon. A junkie meets an
untimely end and the manner of his departure is suspicious enough to suggest
something other than suicide. There’s a syringe next to the corpse, but the
body is also hanging by the neck and the two things don’t fit easily together.
Enter Lieutenant Byrnes, the head of the force. As he delves
into the murky world of drug dealing, he is informed by anonymous source that
his son is not only a junkie, but that his fingerprints will be found on the
syringe left next to the corpse found at the opening.
These two strands mingle throughout, offering the usual
balance between police work and personal lives that makes McBain’s stories so
well-rounded and engaging.
This one has a massive incident. It came at me as a total
surprise and had me reeling. It also has a beautiful chapter about Carella’s
main informant, Danny Gimp, so bitter-sweet that if it were a marmalade it
would be my favourite.
There’s the usual quick and easy ending to the investigation
that’s satisfying even though it shouldn’t be and a personal ending that would
grace the finest novel.
If there’s a flaw, it’s the more-exaggerated-than-usual issue
with point of view, but it’s part of the style and almost an element of the
charm.
Throw in an afterward by the author that leaves you
wondering what might have been and The Pusher’s a total winner.
Awesome.
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