This has got to be one of the worst Greg Rucka books I've ever encountered. It's just so muddled throughout and at least 2 issues too long. The first issue is quite decent. Still muddled but there is a bit of a wow factor going on to distract from the incoherence. We've got two of the best characters from the GCPD in Crispus Allen and Renee Montoya - one dead and resurrected as the Spectre and the other resigned from the police department and now fighting crime as The Question. We've got Philip Tan's art, spectacularly coloured and empowered by computer enhanced graphic wizardry - dynamic and fizzing off the page as it lights the action. And there is some good action in the first issue. But then we get three issues of Vandal Savage, The Spectre and anybody dumb enough to get into spear range with them, standing about posturing and debating the will of god, theologizing endlessly and often contradictory diatribes about vengeance, mercy, redemption etc, punctuated every so often by Vandal Savage (or Cain as he's depicted here) skewering somebody with his mighty spear. The climax is a muddled resolve that sort of works but to be honest I stopped caring an issue or two earlier.