Across the scarred and broken pavements ran Johnny Lane, and his bleeding arm...Johnny Lane, looking for a friend to help him, a girl to shelter him, a hole to hide in...through the night city he ran, a city where violence is casual and when twilight falls even the cops get nervous. And as he ran, Johnny Lane discovered that...even if he got free of this murder charge...he was doomed to run for the rest of his life through a ghetto of neon and snowbirds and squalor.