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McQuaid
Thirty-seven years old, single, former high school dropout, Damian McQuaid is a tough New York police lieutenant whose wit is as quick as his professional hunches. A member of the force for eleven years, he figures that he’s “probably the only guy on it who didn’t live in Queens.” McQuaid is also his own man. So when Shimmy, a good friend, is robbed of $250,000 worth of diamonds and found slumped, very dead, in a Kennedy Airport phone booth, he knows he could never enjoy the vacation he was headed for until he finds the murderer. “Diamonds,” he admits early on, “didn’t mean anything to me except trouble.” Shimmy never made it to Los Angeles, but McQuaid does. There he is given police courtesy and a partner named Freedman, a Jewish cop with a seen-it-all sarcasm. When the two ofthem begin to investigate the seamy world of big-money jewelry dealing and check out a fancy firm called Breckenridge, McQuaid not only gets his first important lead in the case, but meets a beautiful Breckenridge employee named Joan Roberts. The lady, however, turns out to be involved in stealing more than McQuaid’s heart—and McQuaid, in a chilling denouement, is forced to examine both his personal and professional values.
248 pages, Kindle Edition
Published December 1, 2017
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March 31, 2020
The Chase Is On
McQuaid is the first of three NYPD Detective McQuaid detective novels Rifkin published in the mid to late Seventies. Fast-paced, tough, nasty, and just about everything you are looking for on a detective novel. The story begins with McQuaid taking a much needed tropical vacation, but with luck like his, he never gets out of JFK. A buddy of his, a jeweler who was carrying a fortune in diamonds, met an untimely demise in a phone booth at the airport. McQuaid really wants his vacation, but now not only can't he walk away, but he bugs the brass upstairs for the case.
You get a real sense of Rifkin's dark humor when McQuaid goes to break the news to the soon-to-be grieving widow who assumes McQuaid is making a play for her knowing her husband is jetting off to L.A. The widow, not knowing what's up, comes out in a negligee towing a tray car of drinks, thinking they are going to play house.
There's a great pace to Rifkind's books. This one is filled with short chapters and tough talk. McQuaid somehow greeted the okay to take his investigation out to L.A. where he's partnered with a good-natured west coast detective who is just months short of retirement and doesn't want to screw that up. L.A.'s Aldo where McQuaid majesty a damn fool of himself falling for Joan, the jewelry store clerk. And no trip to Los Angeles is complete without a few days in Mexico.
To too bad Rifkind didn't publish more or that do few of what he did produce is readily available cause he writes fun stuff that's hard to put down.
McQuaid is the first of three NYPD Detective McQuaid detective novels Rifkin published in the mid to late Seventies. Fast-paced, tough, nasty, and just about everything you are looking for on a detective novel. The story begins with McQuaid taking a much needed tropical vacation, but with luck like his, he never gets out of JFK. A buddy of his, a jeweler who was carrying a fortune in diamonds, met an untimely demise in a phone booth at the airport. McQuaid really wants his vacation, but now not only can't he walk away, but he bugs the brass upstairs for the case.
You get a real sense of Rifkin's dark humor when McQuaid goes to break the news to the soon-to-be grieving widow who assumes McQuaid is making a play for her knowing her husband is jetting off to L.A. The widow, not knowing what's up, comes out in a negligee towing a tray car of drinks, thinking they are going to play house.
There's a great pace to Rifkind's books. This one is filled with short chapters and tough talk. McQuaid somehow greeted the okay to take his investigation out to L.A. where he's partnered with a good-natured west coast detective who is just months short of retirement and doesn't want to screw that up. L.A.'s Aldo where McQuaid majesty a damn fool of himself falling for Joan, the jewelry store clerk. And no trip to Los Angeles is complete without a few days in Mexico.
To too bad Rifkind didn't publish more or that do few of what he did produce is readily available cause he writes fun stuff that's hard to put down.
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