Someone or some ones are taking out the city's lowlifes. And nobody feels like finding out who or why. It's not even being reported upon. Only vague whispers of yet another criminal's bad deeds coming back to finish him. The police are happy because their work is being done better than they are allowed. The public is happy because what's one more drug dealer gone. The underworld is happy because it opens more opportunities for advancement. As long as you don't get caught by the Feds or the Finishers.
Jacob Reilly cares. As a paramedic he is seeing Armageddon play out in the city's meanest streets. The backlashes are becoming more pronounced. When some of the city's crime bosses are Finished all out chaos ensues, with wannabes attempting to claw their way up the criminal network. As he loads yet another kid caught in the crossfire into the coroner's van, guilt that he was unable to save another innocent victim builds within him.
Jacob's world is shaken when he is found in a tenement apartment with a dead couple. Holding their daughter. Only the fact that he is half dead saves him from immediate incarceration. But the jury is still out on whether he is the Finisher. Suddenly he finds himself not in the position of savior, but defendant. Because unless he can identify the Finisher, he's going down for him. And he's afraid it won't be the Feds who decide his guilt.
Start over. Use the format I suggested in #239.
You might have a good idea here but I can't get a sense of it from all the words flying around.