In a small suburb of St. Paul, a distraught wife stares at her husband’s equally distraught partner, detective Richard Lanslow. Husband and partner, detective Zeke Mallard, is dead, knifed to death in his own garage while bringing home the groceries.
With few clues, Lanslow and his new partner begin the tedious, painstaking, task of sorting through Mallard’s professional and personal life to solve the brutal murder. What they learn will startle and unnerve Lanslow as he discovers more about his dead partner and the identity of the murderer than he ever wanted or expected. But there is more here than a simple whodunit.
Abrupt and unexpected death doesn’t give the deceased any opportunity to tidy up loose ends. Author Canby in his debut novel adeptly makes this point while presenting a well-thought out false trail for his detectives to follow. Even with a second murder by the same perpetrator, the reader is confronted with knowledge that the detectives are logically following an erroneous trail, and yet cannot name the killer.
The book is short, concise and well written in a straightforward manner that takes us step by step to a surprising conclusion. The language is plain and carefully crafted. It evokes the time the period and frustration of the detectives who must deal with lies, dead-end logic and racial tensions. The plot moves on two distinct parallel planes, powerfully suggesting that we often do not completely know or understand even those in our lives who are closest to us.