Once again I have been shown the up side and down side of anthologies: the stories are short. If you are not fond of them, that's good. If you like them, that's bad. In this case, it was pretty bad (meaning there were lots of good writers with interesting detectives that you wanted to read more about.
Out of 17 stories, I liked either the detective or the writing style well enough to follow up on the author to see if I wanted to continue with their work. Since these stories were printed 30 years ago, there's some hope of a real backlog of work waiting for me to read. With names like Sara Paretski, Bill Pronzini, and Loren D. Estleman, I know there will be lots to chose from, but there were some names that were unfamiliar to me as well, or at least the detectives were: L. J. Washburn's Hallam, Michael Z. Lewin's Freddy Herring, and Edward D. Hoch's Al Darlan. (At least the stories will be brand-new to me.)
Anthologies are sort of like Goodreads: they sucker you in with just a few stories (maybe only one to start with), and before you know it, you're hip deep in titles and authors. At least they're calorie-free.
These are mostly old-school detectives--not the really old Mike Hammer type, but just slightly cleaned up from that era, and facing those mean streets mostly on their own, using mostly their brains to solve the puzzles they come across. I found the reading great fun, and highly recommend this book.