I don't usually like to leave negative reviews, because I try to find the good in every book, and I truly believe every author should be commended for taking the time (and risk) to write an entire novel! This book, however, is a hot, hot mess in need of an editorial team.
First, the good: I like the cover art and the general premise. While other reviewers have complained about the reveal, I would like to say I enjoyed the whodunit twist...and, perhaps, in any other story, I would have. But the reveal is so bogged down by the problems presented in this book that I am just glad to be looking at the back cover.
I found the characters in this book to be one-dimensional insults to men, women, and people in general. The police officers are so affected by those of the opposite sex that they completely give up protocol to blurt out the facts of their investigation willy-nilly to the first pair of boobs they see...and although it is well-established in the book that one of them is very, very happily in love with his wife, that same officer begins an affair with a suspect because...boobs, I guess? (And, no, said suspect didn't seduce the officer, skillfully or otherwise.) The women aren't much better -- the author seems to be suggesting that lesbianism is only a crutch for women who don't have a man to take care of their physical needs. The relationships in this book seem to exist only as an excuse for the author to write numerous awkward sex scenes. And to say nothing of the poor light in which it paints the so-called heroes in the book -- as terrible investigators and incompetent officers of the law that you are more likely to find eating bacon and doubling-down on the fat jokes rather than working this 15-year-long case.
In addition to the much-hated characters, the writing in this book is very, very dry. It seems to require a working knowledge of the La Crosse Area with the author frantically trying to work in multiple restaurants, street names, and other locations that would mean little to those not from the region. Most of the writing is dialogue (awkward flirting, characters announcing plot points to the reader, fat jokes, and the need for sexual satisfaction), and what little prose there is lacks convincing and evocative description to such a degree that a text book might be a better read.
Also: typos. There are so many typos. There were points in the book where I truly could not tell which character was speaking...or if they were speaking at all or had lapsed into inner monologue.
Mr. Evans: congratulations on your first book. However, next time, please ask someone to read it. Better yet, ask a few someones who will be honest with you and who have a basic working knowledge of the written English language. Anyone who helped you edit this book or reviewed it for you should be ashamed of themselves.