If you like your cop tales hard-boiled, McBain's
your man. In fact, I don't know how in hell I
missed the other thirty-one novels in his series
about the bigoted, boozed-up, and bullet-riddled
87th Precinct. In Kiss, two parallel,
equally seamy stories unfold: one is the trail of
Sonny Cole, who is accused of murdering the
father of detective Steve Carella; the other is
Carella's investigation of a rich banker, who
seems to be out to off his wife. The raucously
funny route to surprise endings makes a
convincing case for moving to the suburbs. It
also offers a crash course in cop jargon and
weird phrases like "Lieutenant Randall Wade
looked as mean as tight underwear."