There
are times when a novel by a favorite author has what you want and expect to the
point it becomes a liability. Passion and energy are revved up to an overheated
degree. Fast-paced conversations read like boxing matches. An appropriately if super-heavy
mood looms large.
Lullaby is a fantastically developed and fleshed-out dive into the world of Ed McBain’s legendary 87th Precinct. It would no doubt have read better if it had been shorter. Alas, what makes it so brilliant a read also holds it back. The author is on such a tear he knows not when to stop.
A couple return to their Isola apartment from a New Year’s Eve party to discover the corpses of both their infant daughter and her teenaged babysitter. At first, a burglar is suspected. Further investigation suggests a more personal motive. But which victim was the target?



