A thoroughly enjoyable mystery set in small town Minnesota. This is the sixth book in the series, but the first one I've read. Fans of Lake Wobegon and residents of the Midwest will recognize the cozy setting immediately. The author does a fine job of getting new readers up-to-speed and into the ...
Mira James never imagined life after college would be a doublewide trailer outside Battle Lake, Minnesota. Then again, maybe the North Country has more to offer than mosquitoes and broasted chicken. Local legend claims that a diamond necklace was lost nearly a century ago in Whiskey Lake, not fa...
“What do you mean, kidnapped?” “I mean, he was there, talking to me and Mrs. Berns, and then he was gone. The other two Indians don’t know where he went. He’s been taken by ghosts!” “I’m sure there is a rational explanation. He probably just went in...
Bel and Ernest watched her from the doorway. Mercy was dragging her feet, trying to soak up one last second of television. Time had become a great syrupy broth. The text from Vida Wiley was twenty-one words long: Follow the trail to the end, no matter what. Stick close to ...
every morning, but most of the buildings inside don’t follow suit until eight o’clock or so. The Dairy building’s normal hours were nine a.m. to nine p.m., but it had not been officially reopened since Ashley’s murder. I hadn’t expected the situation to be any different this morning and so was no...
“What happened to her?” “Discharged, I believe. They moved me into here just as she was leaving. I was sharing a room with another woman, but she was too noisy. Jabber, jabber, jabber. Always talking. It gets on a person’s nerves. Do you know what I mean?” &nbs...
Hoping that Chief Harris subscribed to the “If I can’t see you, you can’t see me,” school of thought, I kept my eyes locked on my feet and brushed past him and into the room. Because I was looking down, I didn’t see Mrs. Berns until it was too late. I knocked her to the ground, where I first noti...
Swydecker had filled in the blanks I’d had, and if that man was a murderer, I was a monkey’s uncle. Something felt a little off with him, but I didn’t sense it was about Webber’s murder, other than a natural human sadness at violent death. I shrugged it off and continued down the second-floor wal...
I had decided to take the long way home from Bonnie & Clyde’s, driving past big, strong Chief Wenonga. I was starting to get a thing for him. He was cute, he wouldn’t cheat on me, and he couldn’t die. I actually considered pulling over to hang out by his feet to clear my head like some sort o...
I even thought I heard her giggle once, but when I went to the stacks where I had heard the sound, no one was there. The library was a lonely place to be on this day, and I was grateful when the door opened, even if it was Kennie who walked through it. We hadn’t seen each other since she had melt...