This note contains spoilers for the book.

Not the first 87th Precinct book I've read, but apparently the first I've read since I started the booklog. I'm a lukewarm fan of them; Joel Rosenberg is a huge fan, and pushed them at me hard enough that I still try now and then (a bit like Westlake).

In this one, I thought I had it figured out—the psychic was obviously a fraud, and knew too much, so she was the killer or involved with the killings and was injecting herself into the investigation to monitor their progress and feed them information.

No points for me. Apparently psychic powers are real in McBain's universe. Oh well.

Also I really hated the scene where Carella's wife gives him shit for telling her about a woman in the investigation assaulting him and kissing him. Because that's what she was doing. He did nothing to encourage the kiss, and could not have predicted it and prevented it; the only thing he could have done differently was not told his wife. And he even thinks, afterwards, that that might have been wiser. McBain's view of the relationship is kind of icky.