Part Irish, part Anishinaabe Indian, Cork is having difficulty dealing with the marital meltdown that has separated him from his children, getting by on heavy doses of caffeine, nicotine, and guilt. Once a cop on Chicago’s South Side, there’s not much that can shock him. But when the town’s judge is brutally murdered, and a young Eagle Scout is reported missing, Cork takes on this complicated and perplexing case of conspiracy, corruption, and a small-town secret that hits painfully close to home.

The latest mystery for book club was okay. It was not the greatest, but not bad either. My friend enjoyed a bit more than me and said she’d read it again. What it has going for it is the twisty aspect of the killer as that was a real surprise. Also Kruger’s evocative prose of the Minnesota winters. I still thought the death of Molly was an unnecessary case of fridging the girlfriend, and yeah. That’s it. It was a very mid book. Predictable at parts, and a bit dreary like the atmosphere.