Scudder is back, tracking a killer through the alleys of Hell’s Kitchen and mapping the darker regions of the human soul.
Glenn Holtzman sits on top of the world, watching the sun set from his penthouse . . . half and 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.
