Excerpt From McNamara’s Latest Detective Novel

“The hated hammering of the Uzi finally stopped. . . . The smoky room looked like a scene from Beirut. Bullet holes everywhere. Plaster hung from the ceiling, and there was a carpet of broken glass. Except for Paul English, who had fled after the money-carrying bandit, and Bobby Wheeler, who was cautiously emerging from the back room, we were all bleeding. Mary Falcone kept saying, ‘It’s all right, Manny. It’s all right.’ Herrera was holding his stomach with one hand and with the other was brushing blood from Falcone’s face cut by flying glass. ‘Are you all right, baby?’ he said. . . . The Block had been grazed by a bullet and was trying to staunch the flow of blood from a wound on his forehead. . . . The last voice I heard before passing out was Bobby Wheeler. ‘Two hundred thousand in federal funds gone. There’ll be hell to pay over this,’ he said.”