Naked Prey (Lucas Davenport, No. 14)
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In Naked Prey, John Sandford puts Lucas Davenport through some changes. His old boss, Rose Marie Roux, has moved up to the state level and taken Lucas with her, creating a special troubleshooter job for him for the cases that are too complicated or politically touchy for others to handle. In addition, Lucas is now married and a new father, both of which are fine with him: he doesn't mind being a family man. But he is a little worried. For every bit of peace you get, you have to pay—and he's waiting for the bill.
It comes in the form of two people found hanging from a tree in the woods of northern Minnesota. What makes it particularly sensitive is that the bodies are of a black man and a white woman, and they're naked. "Lynching" is the word that everybody's trying not to say—but, as Lucas begins to discover, in fact the murders are not what they appear to be, and they are not the end of the story. There is worse to come—much, much worse.
Filled with the rich characterization and exceptional drama that are his hallmarks, this is Sandford's most suspenseful novel yet.
aside, and brushed his hands. “We oughta get the dump guy out here,” he said. “Maybe he saw something strange.” After exploring the area of raw dirt, they drifted back toward the shooting range, and Lucas borrowed Letty’s rifle and bounced one of the cans around. Then Letty asked about his pistol, and Lucas took out the .45 and showed her how it worked. “Same kind of sight picture as with the rifle,” he said. He stepped away from her, aimed at one of the cans, which was now about forty feet
fantasy of arranging a breakdown for Davenport’s Acura, noticed that he’d just gone through Broderick at eighty-five miles an hour, saw lights on at Calb’s and wondered if the feds might be in there, too, got even madder, and pushed the truck to ninety. At the turnoff to the dump, he thought, Easy does it. You’re cool, now. He continued down the approach road. There were no vehicles parked at the gate, but from the high seat in the truck, he could see over the rise of the dump to a brilliant
showed a hint of a smile. “Sometimes I wished I’d gotten Mom. But I was in the Army, and only Navy guys get Mom.” THE MAN STEPPED back inside and closed the door behind himself. “Why would he lie about the nuns?” Del asked, as they walked away. “He was doing good up to then.” “I don’t know,” Lucas said. “Let’s try some more.” There were a half-dozen trailer homes scattered around town. One had unbroken snow around it, and was apparently not being lived in. Of the others, three were being
questions, what would he have said? He wasn’t ready for that. Then: if the state cops were looking at him, why hadn’t he felt anything at work? There hadn’t been any curious looks, or veiled questions. Could the state cops be holding it that close, not even letting the sheriff in on it? Or—how about this—they’d found out that he’d been hanging around Calb’s, and in the process of checking on him, they’d talked to Letty and she’d mentioned seeing him at the dump, dragging the bags. Of course,
and heard the door open, and his mother say, “Come in,” and then, “Where’s Loren and Gene?” and he recognized the voice and his eyes got wide and he lurched to his feet and called, “Katina?” And at that very second, he heard the door close and remembered giving Margery the .380, and he stepped to the doorway with the towel in his hand and saw Katina looking at him, a question on her face, and Margery standing behind her, her arm pointed at Katina’s head, and he shouted, “No . . . ” Bang!