Why you should read Duane Swierczynski's The Blonde:

It's set in Philadelphia. But not the beautiful, tree-lined, dripping-with-historical-founding-fathers Philly. The city is seen at night, careening past our eyes as hitmen and covert government agents rip each others guts out, visit a secret Sybian sex club for policemen only, trade hard-boiled banter, get thrown from a speeding Frankford El train and plummet through the plate glass window of an abandoned toy store.

First line: "I poisoned your drink."

More great lines:

The freezer bags were the perfect size for a human head.

"Assclown."

This was a cop sex club.

And he wasn't the kind of guy to say "Fuck me" lightly.

Where were the bionic parts now? Where was Oscar Goldman?

Once you come to terms with the idea that you're a monster, it's easier to function.

And if that's not enough, check out the Statistically Improbable Key Phrases from Amazon:

luminous toxin, holographic eagles, embossed foil, crack whores, airport bar

That's The Blonde in a nutshell.  Read this book.