“The policeman driving the Black Maria brought the horses to a halt near another police wagon just short of the pier. Stern and Donnelly stepped onto the street, its stone paving still wet from a recent rain. The lingering smell of ozone hung in the air. The thunder had been shattering, and Stern was glad they hadn’t had to come out in the storm. He would in theory have preferred a motorized truck, but they were notoriously delicate things, prone to breakdown. At least the models publicly available.” FictionMysteryHorrorSuspenseNew York CityDark FantasyOccult Fiction Author:Arthur Shattuck O'Kee