These were the dark days for Matthew Scudder. An ex- New York cop, he had drowned his career in booze. Now he was drinking away his life in a succession of seedy establishments that opened early and closed late, reduced to doing paid "favors" for...
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...