Night Squad (1961) This is an outstanding David Goodis novel, one I can’t believe I’ve never heard of. Corey Bradford is a ex-cop in “the swamp,” a ghetto area of an unknown urban city, probably Philadelphia if Wikipedia is right about which city was most influential on his writing. Bradford has lost his badge shaking down gamblers, and his father was a cop in “the swamp” who was killed years ago. Bradford was raised by an alcoholic mother and remembers, as a young child, being attacked by rats. Whenever trouble is afoot, the scar on his thigh from that bite aches. Oh yeah, and whenever he carries a badge, it talks to him. The plot is convoluted, with an old gangster named Grogan, his hot pants wife Lita, her lover who is married to Bradford’s ex-wife, an enigmatic little drunk named Craft, and McDermott, the chief of the morally ambiguous Night Squad. This is as noir as it gets, in some ways, but has an optimistic (sort of) ending. Hard to describe, and at moments hallucinogenetic, but wonderful to read.