I heard that Frank had written a book. Over lunch one day, I asked him what it was about. “Before my grandfather died, he whispered the name of his grandfather’s killer. So I went to Sicily to find him.” I was awed.
It’s a real murder mystery. Francesco Viviano, a bandit dressed in the clothes of a monk, was shot to death. Bearing the same name, his great, great grandson, details the journey he took to discover the story behind the death, his family’s legacy, and his personal demons. A fascinating read, “Blood Washes Blood” is at once intensely personal, and powerfully transcendent.











