A strange one, this, a Matt Scudder book I felt uncomfortable with. Mostly because, I suppose, that his client this time is a drug dealer who's wife has been kidnapped. Scudder isn't totally happy working for him, and, despite Block's attempt to characterise him as a cuddly, family man drug dealer, menaced by totally evil psychotics, neither am I.
That aside, though, this is one of the most tautly written of the Scudder series (which is high praise indeed) with a real edge-of-the-seat climax.
And if you don't read it, you'll never find out how Matt got free long distance calling from his hotel room.