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It was my first day in Paris but the feeling was still with me: like I was getting ready to explode, as if my guts were a lit fuse racing up to my brain. Being cooped up gets me that way, although I was camped in a big room in this swank hotel. Twelve bucks a night and it was the best hotel room I'd ever been in. I'd docked at Le Havre the afternoon before, came straight to this fancy joint from Gare St. Lazare, like they told me to. I had a ...

Two men are killed outside the Grand Cafe on Amsterdam Avenue. There's no connection between them, but the widow of one hires Barney Harris, a 250-pound auto mechanic, to sniff out police corruption and find her husband's killer.

I'm George Jackson. And this began about the time when you could still remember getting on the subway for a nickel, people were just starting to worry about the water shortage, and the current expression making the rounds was, "How corny can you get?" "How great can one be?" and the like. I know it sounds insane now, but I remember it because I found the answer to: How smart can you get? The answer to that one is easy: Too smart, brother, m...

I sat there, waiting in this dull Bronx back yard, the gun in my right pocket, safety off. It was simple... wait till he was on top of me, one shot in the heart... then run across the lot to the car. Sid had an ordinary looking heap, nobody would notice it, or the license number. The license number-that was one of the chances I had to take-one of the too-many chances. But this would work, if my luck held out. IF... IF... Damn, I hoped to hell ...

She was an expensive call girl and spending a night with her came high. But he never figured on a price as high as murder. The photograph did justice to her generous statistics. Any private eye would enjoy tracking her down, and Hal Darling was no exception. Her name was Marion Lodge. She'd put her impressive body to good use as a call girl before she'd dropped out of sight almost a year before. Hal was being paid a fortune to find her. ...

The place seemed to be filling up with uniformed cops. I felt trapped. I shrugged and headed for the door. Suddenly I wasn't as much angry as plain tired. All I wanted was to get out of this rat trap, return to Rose and our boat, get the hell back to Ansel's island where the only problem was whether we'd sleep all day or go underwater fishing. I don't know, maybe I was nuts. Or everybody else was." Originally published in 1959.

Originally published in 1952. An open and shut case of murder! Matt Ranzino had sworn off sleuthing, he'd had a bellyful of violence. But when a beautiful blonde was murdered and Matt was asked to solve the crime, he took the job. When the blonde's husband committed suicide, the cops named him the killer and closed the case. But Matt smelled a put-up job. He knew the real killer -- but why risk his life to prove it? Then he met Mady, the only ...

3 women can make a mess out of a man's life. The Right One--Michele, the dark-eyed French beauty who looked like she had just stepped out of a European movie. The Wrong One--Wilma, the red-headed temptress who came along at the wrong time with the right invitation. The Dead One--Francine, whose lifeless body was found in a rowboat in the middle of the bay. Ed Lacy's latest suspense novel is a hard-hitting story of fast-living men and women...

She was an expensive call girl and spending a night with her came high. But he never figured on a price as high as murder. The photograph did justice to her generous statistics. Any private eye would enjoy tracking her down, and Hal Darling was no exception. Her name was Marion Lodge. She'd put her impressive body to good use as a call girl before she'd dropped out of sight almost a year before. Hal was being paid a fortune to find her. B...

It was a few minutes before eleven when I unlocked our door. The dumb lamp we had in the two-by-four "foyer" was on. The lamp looked like a drippy flower and cost fifty-seven bucks strictly because it was imported from Denmark. If all their lamps are like this job they must be blind over there. I could just about make out the couch opened as a bed, was surprised Mary was in the hay so early. I called out softly, "Babes?" She didn't answer.

The Big Fix by Ed LacyAuthor of the 1958 Edgar Award-winning novel Room to Swing!On the night Irish Tommy Cork's murder was planned, nothing very much out of the ordinary happened. Tommy was in the ring, taking a pasting-as usual. Back to the ropes, almost sitting on the second strand, Tommy crouched, gloved hands up in front of his face like a leather fence. He was fighting a strong youngster who was now whaling away with both hands in a mome...

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Marty Bond Was Rotten To The Core A few years back, he had been a famous cop in New York. Not a gentle or an honest cop. But he caught thieves and killers, and he was feared. Fired From The Force He became a house dick in a ratty hotel. He started sliding downhill fast, hitting the bottle pretty hard, procuring, protecting petty rackets. Then His Stepson Stumbled On A Killing and Was Almost Beaten To Death That put Marty back on the side...

The Juciest Racket In Town Needed Too Many Murders Two men are show and killed outside the Grand Cafe on Amsterdam Ave. There's no connection between 'em, but the widow of one hires Barney Harris, a 250-pound auto mechanic, to sniff out police corruption and find her husband's killer. First issued 1955. Also published as "Visa To Death.

1958 Edgar Award Winner. First appearance of Toussaint Moore, a black private investigator from New York, framed in his own city for a white man's murder. Moore ends up in a small Ohio town, close to the Kentucky border, trying to prove his own innocence and dealing the attitudes of the time. Fascinating novel, written by Lacy (Len Zinberg), a politically active author from the '30s whose knowledge of the culture is derived from his marriage...

A tough, hard-hitting mystery of a hotheaded cop--and a cold-blooded killer! Leonard Zinberg, who as Ed Lacy was the famed creator of Toussaint Moore, one of the earliest African-American detectives, got his start in noir with books like this one, about being a copy and dedication to the job, damn it all. Nice effort first published in 1957.

Clayton Biner had it all--swimming pools in California, haciendas in Mexico, blue evenings on the French Riviera, all the women he could use. But he wanted more. And he got it when he became involved with a vicious syndicate peddling heroin--the big H, the white "Horse." Now he was really in the big money--a three-million-dollar bundle of danger and death. Ed Lacy is one of America's all-time best selling authors, with sales of his famous, ner...

A chilling tale of eleven dead men and one hell of a live woman!

With love in your heart... and murder on your mind. You sit there, waiting in the backyard, the gun in your right pocket, safety off. It's almost too simple... wait till he's on top of you, one shot in the heart, then run, run, and keep running... Run until you get back to Elma and feel her warm and soft against you, protecting you, loving you, and making you forget that you've killed twice so you can stay in her arms.

Here was an opportunity he couldn't refuse. One of Lacy's best boxing novels.