The pretty young prostitute is dead.
Her alleged murderer—a minister's son—hanged himself in his jail cell. Patrolmen found twenty-year-old Richard Vanderpoel running through the West Village with blood on his clothes, raving on the pavement. The law is satisfied.
The case is closed. But the dead girl's fatherhas come to Matthew Scudder for answers, sending the unlicensed private investigator in search of terrible truths about a life that was lived and lost in a sordid world of perversion and pleasures.
Cale Hanniford drove down from Utica with two thousand dollars for an ex-cop who works without a license. He wants to know how his daughter paid rent on a Bethune Street floor-through without holding a job.
Nobody wants the file reopened. Sifting through old postcards and unlisted numbers, Scudder retraces her path through Greenwich Village to find what really happened behind that locked door.