Hal Willis was the only really small detective Carella had ever known. He passed the minimum height requirement of five‐eight, of course, but just barely. And contrasted against the imposing bulk of the other bulls in the division, he looked more like a soft‐shoe dancer than a tough cop. That he was a tough cop, there was no doubt. His bones were slight, and his face was thin, and he looked as if he would have trouble swatting a fly, but anyone who’d ever tangled with Hal Willis did not want the dubious pleasure again. Hal Willis was a judo expert.
