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It is a cold January morning and Shetland lies buried beneath a deep layer of snow. Trudging home, Fran Hunters eye is drawn to a vivid splash of colour on the white ground, ravens circling above. It is the strangled body of her...
So the Saint pledged himself to a vendetta which took him to Sicily, a land particularly suited to that ancient bloody custom.
From then on, except for an interlude with a luscious Italian pasta named Gina, it was all-out, heel-stomping...