Sandford brings back Minneapolis police Lt. Lucas Davenport in this terrific, fast-moving psycho-thriller/procedural featuring one of the nastiest villains in recent fiction. Michael Bekker, a pathologist fixed on his own beauty, various high-powered drugs and hatred of his wife, also obsessed with the eyes of the dead and dying.

A brilliant but insane pathologist flees to New York to continue his research on death, and the police call on Lucas Davenport, who merges his investigative talents with an old flame to put an end to the madness.

After a woman bank robber is shot by a police team in Minneapolis, her husband and her friends proceed to revenge themselves by killing the team's families. A race against time as officer Lucas Davenport tries to catch them before his loved ones die.

"Clara Rinker is beautiful, charmingly southern--and a hit woman. She goes about her business, collects her money, and goes home. Her latest hit sounds simple: a defense attorney wants a rival eliminated. No problem--until a witness survives. Clara usually knows how to deal with loose ends: cut them off, one by one, until they're all gone. This time, there's one loose end that's hard to shake. Lucas Davenport has no idea of the toll this case is about...

Lucas Davenport's boss is about to lose her job as chief of police, his fiancé is distracted with wedding plans, and his house-remodeling project is at a standstill. So when the FBI and DEA draft the Minneapolis cop to head off hit woman Clara Rinker's bloody murder spree, he's glad to oblige. The lady killer and the killer lady have tangled before in Sandford's Prey series, and their personal history seasons this fast-paced story of mayhem, murder,...

Det. Lucas Davenport has battled some real demons over the past 15 Prey novels and drifted in and out of lust and love with a host of women. But now he's happily married to the lovely Weather; has a nine month old son, Sam; and takes care of his 12-year old ward, Letty West.

Investigating the seemingly open-and-shut double homicide case involving a pair of wealthy elderly women, Lucas Davenport begins to suspect that the handful of small items that were stolen from the crime scene may have had more significant values.

The Republicans are coming to St. Paul for their convention, and crashing the party are a few hard cases the police would rather stayed away. Chief among them is a crew of professional stickup men who've spotted opportunities ranging from political moneymen with briefcases full of cash to that armored-car warehouse with the weakness in its security system. All that is headache enough for Lucas Davenport - but what's about to hit him is even worse....

Back in 1985, two girls disappeared, and fledgling cop Lucas Davenport couldn't get over it, even when his boss declared the case closed. Now a house has been torn down, the bodies of two girls wrapped in plastic have been found, and Davenport is back on the case.

At 1:15 a.m, a Minnesota political fixer answers his doorbell. The next thing he knows, he's waking up on the floor of a moving car, lying on a plastic sheet, his body wet with blood. When the car stops, a voice says, "Hey, I think he's breathing," and another voice says, "Yeah? Give me the bat." And that's the last thing he ever knows. Lucas Davenport is investigating another case when the trail leads to the man's disappearance, then--very troublingly--to...