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Called in to assist the sheriff from a remote, rural area of Wisconsin in his investigation into a brutal triple homicide, Lucas Davenport begins to uncover a shocking series of vicious crimes that

When Davenport is called to the white-stuccoed house, after the party, he knows it's for no usual case.

After a call from Lucas Davenport, the always amorous Virgil Flowers goes to investigate the death of a woman at a female-only resort--and from there things spin out of control, as Virgil finds the

Early one frigid Minnesota morning, three men break into a hospital pharmacy and rob the place blind. But during the getaway they hit a snag, and the thieves lose one of their number.

When Wylder Wallace spills his lunch on Addy Crowe at ComicFest then discovers that her uncle is a steampunk comic artist, Wylder embarks on a series of adventures with Addy involving the loss of h

Bullied by his brother and living in the shadow of his cute, athletic best friend, Jonah is crippled by self-loathing and insecurity.

Bunny doesn't understand why his late grandfather wants him to get a tattoo.

Bunny's been kidnapped and now he's locked in a cold basement room in his parka and skates. Where is he?

In this middle-grade novel, Bunny ends up caught in a reenactment of the War of 1812 while searching for a stolen cell phone.

An art history professor, writer and cheerful pervert, James Qatar had a hobby: he took secret photographs of women and turned them into highly sexual drawings.

Virgil Flowers is sent to Bluestem, a small town where everyone knows everyone else, to investigate the murders of a man burned to death in his home and a doctor and his wife, unaware that he is tr

When a banker's entire family is found massacred, the only clue is the message "We're coming" scrawled in blood.

Lucas Davenport goes on a city-to-city search for a bizarre ritualistic killer.

Bonnie and Clyde, they thought. And what's-his-name, the sidekick. Three teenagers with dead-end lives, and chips on their shoulders, and guns.

At 1:15 AM, a Minnesota political fixer answers his doorbell. The next thing he knows, he's on the floor of a moving car, lying on a plastic sheet, his body wet with blood.