Meanwhile, the Iceman slays anyone who might know about the photo which, it turns out, shows him having sex with a local boy, his first victim: The Iceman heads a child po*rn ring. His investigation which hinges on retrieving the photo before the Iceman does stalls in the face of challenging puzzles centering on time of death and a seemingly reluctant witness, but it also butts him up against some marvelous characters, including a female M.D. Arriving in town, Davenport, who’s at loose ends in his life, finds himself facing two enemies: the Iceman, but also record cold and snow that’s frozen the town into a death trap. When the bodies are found, the local sheriff calls in Davenport to help. It’s a gruesome start, but Sandford splatters the gore mostly off page, relying on suspense and there’s plenty of it to jangle readers’ nerves. The killer, who calls himself the Iceman” for his sang froid, debuts in the creepy opening pages by stalking an isolated house, gunning down the woman inside, chopping up her husband, and torturing their daughter all in a failed attempt to retrieve an incriminating photo that’s fallen into the victims’ hands. Ex cop and master gamesman Lucas Davenport takes on a crazed killer ravaging a small Wisconsin town.
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