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In Lou Manfredo's powerful debut novel, this is the refrain of Joe Rizzo, a decades-long veteran of the NYPD, as he passes on the knowl edge of his years of experience to his ambitious new partner, Mike McQueen, over a year of riding together as detectives in the 62nd Precinct in Bensonhurst, Brooklyn. McQueen is fresh from the beat in Manhattan, and Bensonhurst might as well be China for how different it is. They work on several cases, some big, some small, but the lesson is always the same. Whether it's a simple robbery or an attempted assault, Rizzo's saying always seems to bear out.
And when they are given the delicate task of finding and re - turning the runaway daughter of a city councilman who may or may not be more interested in something his daughter has taken with her than in her safety, something that may or may not be evidence of his wrongdoing, the situation is much more complex. By the end of Rizzo and McQueen's year together, McQueen is not surprised to discover that even in those more complicated cases, Rizzo is still right - there's no wrong, there's no right, there just is.
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