New York's a tough town. Hard to impress. Shrugs off hype, casts a cold
eye on glitz. But once in a blue moon a killer with street smarts and a
sense of theater will reach out and take the city by the throat. Maybe
he'll write letters to a popular tabloid columnist, proclaiming himself
the answer to a failed criminal justice system. Maybe he'll point a
finger at the kind of villain the law can't touch. A child killer who
got off on a technicality, say. A top mobster with decades of blood on
his hands. A rabble-rouser who incites others to murder. Maybe he'll
sign himself "Will, " as in "The Will of the People." Then suppose he
takes aim at a respectable lawyer, a defense attorney with a roster of
unpopular clients. Suppose the lawyer's a friend of Matt Scudder.
Scudder is New York to the bone. He's as tough as the big town itself,
as hard to impress. And now he's up against the self-styled Will of the
People in a city with eight million ways to die, a city where not just
the good guys but even the wicked get worse than they deserve.