A raw, brutally honest story of crime and vice in 1950s New York, written by an ex-NYPD vice squad cop under a pseudonym.
Vice Squad cops are men. Men like all other men, but with a difference. They must resist the temptations of shameless women, the bribes of sinful men, and arrest them in the name of the law. They are men of iron, men who must live, day and night, facing the most primitive enticements and not give in. Ninety-nine out of hundred of these dedicated lawmen succeeed and do the job that has to be done. But then there is the one who falls...and falls hard.
This is the inside story of a lone cop gone wrong, the hooker he falls in love with, and the bookies, wiretappers, numbers operations, gamblers, johns, and crime lords who run the rackets.
Michael Carey was the pseudonym for Edward J. Burton on May 20, 1917, an ex-cop who wrote a handful of crime novels. The date of his death is unknown.
Vice-Squad Cop is the story of an honest cop, Steve Hochuli, and the story of how he advanced into the Vice Squad, where he spent his days and nights working stoolies and looking to make that big bust. Unlike others on the squad, Hochuli was not tempted by dollars or diamonds, even turning down offers from mobster Lefty Gomez.
If anything, Hochuli’s fault was that he was too by the book and never wavered, except in the case of “Rusty,” the redheaded dynamo gracing the cover of the book. She was his first arrest as a vice cop and he felt bad about it. When he hunts her down months later because he had it bad for her, she still resented the arrest and even walked off with a pimp just to spite him.
Putting his relationship with social work student Sally at risk, Hochuli visits Rusty after the pump beats her to a pulp and Hochuli decides to fix Rusty and get her out of the life. But living together was not perfect and they bumped heads as Hochuli begins making bigger and bigger busts.
Carey, who has not apparently written much else, writes well and brings this story to life in quite a compelling read.