Glenn Holtzman sits on top of the world, watching the sun set from his penthouse... Half an hour later he's just another statistic, gunned down in a phone booth on Eleventh Avenue. When the cartridge casings of the fatal shots turn up on a well-known local Vietnam vet, the whole of the Big Apple knows it’s an open-and-shut case. But not Scudder — this yuppie lawyer has skeletons in his closet and Matt can hear them rattling.
Scudder is back, tracking a killer through the alleys of Hell’s Kitchen and mapping the darker regions of the human soul.