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Mahoney, Dan.
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New York : St. Martin's Press, 1999.
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356 pages ; 25 cm
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Chapter 1 Monday, June 7th, 7:30 A.M.New York City John Cocchi and Kathy Rynn had worked together for six years doing day tours in the 34th Precinct's Sector Eddie.Like most partners, they had developed a routine that made casual conversation unnecessary.Each usually knew what the other was thinking. They made their arrests, gave their summonses, and handled all the radio runs assigned to them with few words passing between them.They had a stoic attitude about their job, but that didn't slow them down.In a tough precinct they were known as good cops who weren't afraid to work.> And work they did, most of the time.The 34th Precinct covered Washington Heights, a poor neighborhood at the northern tip of Manhattan where the vast majority of the residents were immigrants from the Dominican Republic, many of them illegal aliens. It was a tough life for the new arrivals.Most had learned to live by their wits, but there were always those prepared to prey on their neighbors.Consequently, crime was a sad daily fact of life for the good people and a livelihood for the bad. As usual, Rynn and Cocchi expected that they would spend the day "tied to the radio," going from one call to the next if they didn't run into an arrest.However, like most radio car teams throughout the the city, they tried to reserve to themselves the first half hour of the tour.They bought their coffee and bagels and headed for their spot in Fort Tryon Park, under the Cloisters.Although it wasn't in their sector, they had used the spot for years and considered it their own secret preserve. Rynn drove into the park, up the steep road leading to the Cloisters, the medieval castle perched overlooking the Hudson River.A quarter mile before the Cloisters, Rynn left the road and drove across a small meadow and into the woods on a narrow dirt track. Their spot was a hundred yards into the woods, where the road ended at a steeply pitched hill that ran straight down to the New York Central Rail Road tracks paralleling the Hudson.There was another car in their spot, a late model two-door red BMW.The passenger door was open, but they didn't see anybody sitting in the car.What immediately caught their attention was the rear license plate, NYC-9.Cocchi and Rynn naturally assumed that the politically important occupants of the BMW were trespassing and otherwise engaged in the backseat, using their spot as a lovers lane.That wasn't allowed. "Let's be nice to the big shot when we break up his session," Cocchi said as he got out of the radio car. "Let's," Rynn said.She approached the car from the driver side and Cocchi headed for the passenger side.Then Rynn stopped and motioned for Cocchi to do the same."Problem?" he asked softly. "Maybe," she answered, pointing to the driver's door."Window's shattered and there's glass on the ground.Be careful."Both cops unholstered their guns and reached their positions at the sides of the BMW, nerves on edge and ready for anything.They relaxed a bit when they saw the body. He had been behind the wheel, but the force of the bullet fired into his head through the closed window had knocked his upper torso across the front seat.He was white, about thirty years old, and dressed casually in tan slacks and a green shirt.Death had caught him in an embarrassing position.His pants were pulled down to his knees and his eyes were wide open in shock.Hours before, a small puddle of blood had flowed onto the seat from his head wound.The blood had congealed and hardened."He looks Irish.Unusual for this neighborhood," Cocchi observed."Probably grew up around here in the old days, when the Irish were still in charge in the Heights.That's how he knew about this place," Rynn surmised."Probably," Cocchi agreed. "Let's go find the other body, if there is another one.""Okay.But remember crime scene protocol.No need to give ourselves more problems than we already have."She didn't have to say more.Both had be

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Booklist Review

NYPD Detective Brian McKenna hasn't worked a homicide in years, but when the daughter of a prominent local politician is the victim of a torture murder, McKenna is back on the body beat. He's paired with high-profile namesake Tommy McKenna, who has a propensity to write books about his cases and generate publicity for himself. Brian struggles to keep the case low-profile as the two detectives pursue tenuous leads and eventually travel to the Southwest, where they learn the perpetrators like to take pictures of their handiwork and publish them in a series of magazines that cater to the very wealthy and very disturbed. They must enlist the aid of the international police community in an effort to find two killers in a world of monsters. A compelling, graphic procedural that details the painstaking steps required to bring very clever killers to justice. The author, a 25-year veteran of the NYPD, gets it oh-so-right. --Wes Lukowsky

Publisher's Weekly Review

Few authors map the political minefields faced by cops on a high-profile case with more realism than Mahoney (Once In, Never Out). In his fifth novel, this former NYPD captain ups the ante considerably by including real-life lawmen as characters in a sizzling tale of a serial sex-murders case that spreads from California to Thailand. Mahoney's regular hero, NYPD Detective First Grade Brian McKenna, is tapped by Homicide when the married daughter of city council president Paul Barrone is savagely slain in a lover's lane killing along with Barrone aide Arthur McMahon, the son of a powerful Virginia politician. Brian is teamed with the more famous Tommy McKenna (no relation but a real-life NYPD detective), who's in the doghouse with Barrone over a campaign tiff. Tommy ties the M.O. to an unsolved case from 18 years ago; the cops get a break with the killers' first mistakeÄuse of stolen credit cards in San Jose, Calif.Ärevealed to them through illegal information proffered by Bob Hurley, an ex-cop turned PI who specializes in legal "shortcuts." Brian flies to San Jose and meets Randy Bynum, a black local cop obsessed with a similar killing there who has found clues that have led him to a porn Web site and pictures of what turns out to be the killers, one black and one white, whipping a young victim. The McKennas and Bynum join forces, while McMahon's father hires Hurley to bypass legal red tape and speed the case along. Mahoney weaves a brilliantly twisted plot that makes the most out of solid police work while tapping into extralegal sources to actually solve the case. Clues gleaned from around the world are braided into a noose of a denouement that will leave victims' rights advocates cheering and police procedural buffs smiling. (June) (c) Copyright PWxyz, LLC. All rights reserved