That part of Evan Hunter who writes as Ed McBain has become a wag. No question about it, his new 87th Precinct novel FUZZ, is the tale of a city full of comedians, not all of them funny. This time the cast includes a couple of painters who bedeck the precinct station and all inhabitants with apple green, two jovial young sadists who get their kicks out of incinerating lushes in alleys, a pair of hoods who are willing to risk 30 years in the can for a $400 stickup. Finally, there's the Deaf Man with an incredible scheme for supplementing his income. I don't know when I've enjoyed the 87th Precinct as much.
- New York Times

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In the 87th Precinct hardened killers cross paths wish bad bays out on a lark; muggers rub shoulders with bank robbers and pickpockets. The cops know that fighting crime is a master of priorities. Here, in FUZZ -- the basis of the classic film -- they take what they can get...

They're up against a master criminal. A man so slick that no one knows how to stop him, or whom he will kill next. Now, with the murders of two prominent citizens to his credit, the infamous Deaf Man is about to unveil his piece de resistance of extortion and homicide. But the 87th Precinct cops have been out pounding the frozen streets, lying in stinking alleyways, making calls, tapping phones, wearing disguises. They deserve a break. Or at least a chance to came home alive...

  Evan Hunter