Nick Valentine has problems. He’s a drunken ex-cop who lives in his shabby office, hangs out at strip clubs, and has only one real friend—Frank Sinatra. But he’s one of the best private investigators in St. Louis. So when an inept crew robs a...
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...