After a freak accident killed his wife and son, Pritchard slipped into alcoholism to drown his sorrows at a blue-collar bar nearby to avoid the dead and empty house. But then a teenage girl asked for his help, and it turned his entire existence around.

Now Pritchard sets out to find purpose in doing what he does best: Make people feel safe. Does that make him a shiny white knight? Absolutely not! Pritchard's past as a lackey for the Italian mob in Hell's Kitchen has equipped him with a different set of skills.

Pritchard isn't afraid of running headfirst into a fight, if he thinks something deserves his attention. A woman trying to escape a deadbeat, domineering husband certainly fits. He isn't afraid of digging out the brass knuckles to get his point through a thick skull. Yet this time, something more clever is needed.

Even though he's left Hell's Kitchen again, the re-forged friendships are sticking with him. He might be alone on the road, but he's not alone when the trouble he stirs up gets fun.

With brass knuckles and tattered wings, he gets to be someone's angel again.