A pretty redhead, Annie Boone lay facedown on a liquor store floor, surrounded by broken bottles and blood--and plugged by four bullets from a small caliber gun. Detective Roger Havilland lay faceup in a grocery store window--his jugular sliced open by a piece of jagged glass. Homicide wasn't news in the 87th Precinct. But these choice cuts of slaughter were merely the appetizer in a murderous meal that could leave some good cops good and dead.
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