Deputy Pennington of Kickapoo Falls, Wisconsin, must embark on a murder investigation when the bodies of Maggie and Michael Butler are found in a wheat field, plunging him into a labyrinth of strange twists and turns that helps him solve the murder, but unexpectedly leads him to an assassination plot set for election night. Reprint.
Steve Thayer Book order (chronological)
Steve Thayer crafts suspenseful and atmospheric thrillers that draw readers into dark mysteries and moral dilemmas. His works often explore complex human relationships and perilous situations that test the limits of courage and loyalty. Thayer masterfully builds tension and creates unforgettable characters operating on the fringes of the law. His stories leave a powerful impression, prompting readers to contemplate the nature of evil.
The Moon Over Lake Elmo
- 152 pages
- 6 hours of reading
From rural Minnesota, a father writes letters to his long-estranged daughter, while nine-year-old Angela endures a life of abuse and abandonment amid the violence of urban Los Angeles, in an evocative novel of family sacrifice, separation, regret, and reunion. By the author of The Weatherman. Original.
The Weatherman
- 502 pages
- 18 hours of reading
It's the dead of winter, and a serial killer has frozen a city in fear... Television newscaster Andrea Labore sees it as a career-making story... He's called The Weatherman. And he's going to make Andrea a star... Even if it kills her. — Andrea Labore is a beautiful, ambitious Twin Cities TV newscaster, hungering for an anchor chair, and with two men hungering for her. One is Rick Beanblossom, a star reporter who hides his disfigured face behind a cotton mask and his scarred soul behind a cynical shield. The other is the channel's uncanny weatherman, Dixon Bell, a gentle bearlike genius whose claws are as concealed as his past. When Andrea goes after the story of a serial killer of pretty young women, it becomes clear that the monstrous murderer is after her. Trusting the wrong man with her love can cost her life. And as the clouds of suspicion darken, the only sure forecast is that death will strike like lightning again and again... closer and closer...