The box was mailed to the police commissioner himself. The wrapping was ordinary brown paper. The box was five inches long, two inches wide and one inch deep. It looked ideal for mailing a wristwatch. But there was no watch in it. Just a finger. A lady's finger. The police lab turned up traces of anesthetic. So the lady was probably alive. Detective Sergeant Pablo Sanchez was presented with a pretty problem. Where was the rest of the lady?
A great story of crime and detection in the tradition of Dashiell Hammett and Alfred Hitchcock.
Ladyfingers are dry, egg-based, sweet sponge biscuits roughly shaped like a large finger. They are a principal ingredient in many dessert recipes. But, that's not actually not what we're talking about here. In fact, we are talking about an actual lady's fingers which are being mailed to the police commissioner one at a time. It's Detective Pablo Sanchez's job to figure it out and he's job is pretty much on the line. Although Detective Sanchez is a member of the NYPD, this book is not so much a police procedural as a hardboiled private eye story with a wisecracking detective operating on his own. It's fast moving, filled with great biting humor, and an undiscovered gem.