They solve murders before breakfast, argue about who stole the last donut, and keep falling for the wrong people—sometimes each other. Welcome to the city’s most dysfunctional, oddly lovable detective unit.
📝 Starting Paragraph (Writing Prompt):
Welcome to the 13th Precinct—a slightly shabbier cousin to McBain’s 87th. The squad includes a hard-nosed lieutenant who writes poetry in secret, a forensic expert with four ex-wives and an alpaca farm, and two junior detectives who keep solving homicides while trying (and failing) not to fall for each other. Their latest case involves a local politician, a bakery explosion, and a trail of clues that somehow all point to a missing cat named Pistachio. The crime is messy, but the real drama? That’s brewing behind the badge.
❓ Three Reader Questions:
- What secrets are your detectives keeping from each other—and themselves?
- How does working in close proximity with life-and-death stakes affect their personal relationships?
- Can justice be served when love keeps getting in the way?