Another J Michael Straczynski book. And another incredible book. I'm not so thrilled with Ron Garney's pencils. But . . . he can crank out the books. So timeliness over quality . . I guess is the key. I'm really not saying that Ron's pencils are bad, they just aren't my cup of tea. His style is ok, for what it is. I'm just not thrilled with it. But the story . . . the story is fantastic. Peter is still trying to get to the bottom of who shot Aunt May. She's hanging on for her life . . . barely. And as far as Peter is concerned, the gloves are off. Right now all he has to go on is a very expensive scope. Which he works for everything it's worth. He finds the seller, and then he finds the buyer. And he's really working over the buyer, because he's also the shooter. But he has to leave him breathing, because he needs a name. He wants to know, who pointed him in his family's direction. But before he can work him over to much . . . someone else wants him to not talk . . . as much as Peter wants him to . . . and he's taken out. Like so much trash. But with Peter's spider-sense, it doesn't take him long to find the new shooter. Even in a crowded train station. And when he catches up to him, he's on the phone reporting his progress. Peter webs him up and takes the phone. On the other end . . . . Wilson Fisk. Now Peter is seriously pissed. And now he knows exactly which direction to aim all that anger in. If he didn't deserve it, I'd almost feel sorry for the guy. Next issue should be a doozy.
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