#6 in the Woods Cop series. Piscova, and it's president Quint Fagan, are generating huge profits by selling contaminated salmon roe as red caviar for the cruise ship trade. Piscova has bribed its way into a monopoly in Michigan and is diluting Michigan roe with chemically contaminated New York ro...
I'd say this is slightly closer to 4.5 stars, but that's quibbling a bit. It was an absolutely terrific book even if you have no interest in fly fishing. I didn't like the beginning of Part II all that much (the character Sturdivent was weird), but everything resolved itself quite nicely in the e...
this was a 4.5 star - readI found this book was a really enjoyable read - seemingly the author made a serious search about the WW2 and what happened immediately after the Red Army seized Berlin after a bloody battle.The storyline was interesting also: Hitler didn't committed suicide, and a specia...
Once again, Grady Service, the hard-boiled Conservation Officer of this superb series set in Michigan's Upper Peninsula, has a weird case on his hands. Strange things are happening to the black bear population. Grady Service can't pin this phenomenon to anyone or anything until a Korea-born profe...
The newest Joseph Heywood mystery novel set in Michigan s Upper Peninsula finds Grady Service out to avenge the murder of his girlfriend and his son. Conservation officers in several states are being gruesomely slaughtered and Service, alone and devastated, navigates the mind of a serial killer b...
Meet Grady Service: a former Marine, renowned tracker, Conservation Officer, and thelast person any errant hunter wants to cross. In Ice Hunter, the first of a series ofmysteries set in Michigan’s Upper Peninsula, Service defends his turf with the tenacity of abear and the wisdom of an ancient. H...
Conservation Officer Grady Service, now a detective, must once again defend his hallowed Mosquito Wilderness when poachers target a rare blue wolf.
There was a scowl on her face. She was escorted into an interrogation room and sat down without acknowledging him. “I don’t like being played with,” Service said. Genova stared daggers at him. “Your Wa...
Nantz stood in the doorway, looking at him. “You have a funeral today,” she announced. “How do you know?” “Word travels in the family,” she said. He had been so absorbed with the previous day’s events ...
They crossed the ship canal into Houghton and worked their way south through Atlantic Mine, South Range, and Trimountain, to the village of Painesdale, where they found numerous guards patrolling the streets. The weather was sweltering again. Last week thermometers had climbed above 100 degrees, ...
She was close to campus and could walk while the weather was still good. It had been at least a month since he had seen her, and when he knocked on the door she took a long time to open up. The apartment was large, sparsely furnished, and immaculately clean. For the second...
Service found the two women had stripped down to their T-shirts, their gun belts and vests draped over on a nearby log. There was a huge hole in front of them, and sticking out of it was a hoof. “I needed warp speed to see that?” Sedge exhaled. “Horses, Sergeant, not deer. What the hell are horse...
Guilfoyle’s was one of those Upper Peninsula taverns that kept its original name and decor while it went through revolving owners. The current proprietor was D. J. Reardon, a retired tool company executive from Wisconsin. He had owned the place going on seven years, and welcomed cops of all flavo...
Service had not slept well and called McCants in the morning. She agreed to watch the animals until he got back, and said she would pick them up around noon. “You made good time,” Denninger said. She was about five-eight or -nine and slender, with long brown hair knotted i...
He parked next to a small Toyota SUV on the grassy lane that led up to the house, and got out. A barefoot woman came out wearing a red apron, her hands covered with flour. “If you’re lost, I’m not one of those gadget geeks with a neutered voice to tell you how to find the ...
But federal charters, treaties, and other legal actions had turned what had once been local bands and extended family groups into sovereign tribes, a purely judicial creation of convenience. Johnstone had told him to be at the Zeba Community Hall near the reservation for a 10 a.m. meeting, but th...
But there wasn’t that much blood, all things considered. Conservation Officer Meglizabeth Vesco had gotten a call from the dispatcher and been first on the scene. The vic looked to be in his forties, sort of small, though it was impossible to judge with the two parts about three feet apart. Oddes...