Heat

HeatFirst Look at a new novelauthor of the 87th Precinct mysteriesThey were driving back to the station house on a swelteringly hot day in August after having spent two fruitless hours questioning the wife of an apparent suicide victim. Carella was at the wheel, inching the car through heavy traffic, his shirt sodden and sticky, his dark-brown eyes squinted against the glare of the late-afternoon sun. Kling, younger and taller than his partner, blond and blue-eyed, with a clean-shaven, boyish lo...