Danger stalks Lucas Davenport at work and all too close to home when petty thief and paraplegic Randy Whitcomb targets Lucas's pretty fourteen-year-old adopted daughter and a young man with the .50 caliber sniper rifle and the right-wing-crazy background roams through the city filled with the most powerful politicians on earth . . . .

Terrified by her daughter's disappearance and the signs of a deadly struggle in their home, a widow implores Lucas Davenport to use his connections to expedite the investigation, which subsequently reveals the work of a serial killer.

In the small Minnesota town of Deephaven, an entire family has been killed--husband, wife, two daughters, dogs. There's something about the scene that pokes at Lucas's cop instincts--it looks an awful lot like the kind of scorched-earth retribution he's seen in drug killings sometimes. But this is a seriously upscale town, and the husband was an executive vice president at a big bank. It just doesn't seem to fit. Until it does. And where it leads...

Lt. Lucas Davenport is pitted against two killers, as different as night and day, except in the method of their madness--it's all in the eyes.

Three inmates, all vicious serial killers, have been locked up in the Minnesota Security Hospital for several years and everyone feels much safer with that knowledge. Except there's a new killer on the loose and some of his handiwork bears a disturbing resemblance to some of The Big Three's past crimes. Investigators have a suspect in mind. Unfortunately, he's freed himself from his court-imposed ankle bracelet and disappeared. But, is he really the...

A wealthy banker is dead, shot once in the chest during a hunting trip. There are many reasons for him to be killed, and many people who would do the deed, but who did?

Hoping to use a supposedly straightforward case of murder to clear his mind, Deputy Chief Lucas Davenport finds himself matching wits with an ever-escalating serial killer, art history professor, congenial pervert, and sexual predator James Qatar.

When Rodion Oleshev, a man with ties to the highest levels of government, is found shot dead on the shore of Lake Superior, Lucas Davenport must take on the local cops, the FBI, and the Russians as he attempts to unravel the case.

Years ago, Lucas Davenport almost died at the hands of Clara Rinker, a pleasant, soft-spoken, low-key Southerner, and the best hitwoman in the business. Now retired and living in Mexico, she nearly dies herself when a sniper kills her boyfriend, the son of a local druglord, and while the boy's father vows vengeance, Rinker knows something he doesn't: The boy wasn't the target-she was-and now she is going to have to disappear to find the killer herself....

"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...