Let’s Hear It for the Deaf Man by Ed McBain

Opening lines:

Fat balmy breezes wafted in off the park across the street, puffing lazily through the wide-open windows of the squadroom.  It was the fifteenth of April, and the temperature outside hovered in the mid-sixties. Sunshine splashes drenched the room. Meyer sat at his desk idly reading a DD report, his  bald pate touched with golden light, a beatific smile on his mouth, even though he was reading about a mugging.


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