I knew the book was going to be different from the famous movie, but wow, I didn't expect they'd be that different. Popeye and Sonny are in the book, along with a heroin bust and a French connection, but that's where the similarities end. The book is a non-fiction account of the real-life case, and I'll tell ya, it's pretty much a litany of stakeouts, car tailings, and waiting in hotel lobbies with all the tedium they involve. You could plot your own map of where they drove tailing the criminals, it's set down with such real-time GPS precision:
'...Patsy was now veering off the Drive at the 73rd St. exit. He drove the block west to York Avenue, then went right, uptown again. At 87th St., Patsy made another right, and midway between York and East End Avenue...squeezed the big Caddy into a space by the curb. "He's parking on Eighty-second, "Gonzalez reported.'
Pages and pages of that. I hung in there to find out how they finally caught the crooks--at least that was gratifying.