Her game was death -
and her name was Virginia Dodge. She was out to put a bullet through Steve Carella's brain, and she didn't care if she has to kill all the boys in the 87th Precinct to do it.
So Virginia, armed with gun and bottle of nitroglycerin, spent a quiet afternoon in the precinct house, terrorizing Lieutenant Byrnes and his detectives with her clever little homemade bomb. They all sat there waiting for Steve Carella. Could all the men of the 87th, prisoners of one crazy broad, be powerless to save Carella from his rendezvous with death...?
