John Sandford Lucas Davenport Field of Prey #24 Mystery Detective 1st print HC

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Item Width: 6.4 in Signed: No Ex Libris: No Author: John Sandford Publisher: Penguin Publishing Group Item Weight: 23.9 Oz Item Length: 9.3 in Topic: Mystery & Detective / Police Procedural, Crime, Thrillers / General, Mystery & Detective / General, Mystery & Detective / Private Investigators Type: Novel Weight: 0 lbs height: 1.6 in Original Language: English Era: 2010s Intended Audience: Young Adults, Adults Inscribed: No IsTextBook: No Publication Year: 2014 Personalize: No Illustrator: Yes Vintage: Yes Book Series: Prey Ser. Personalized: No Narrative Type: Fiction Country of Origin: United States Number of Pages: 400 Pages Genre: Fiction, Mystery Item Height: 1.6 in width: 6.4 in Language: English Format: Hardcover Book Title: Field of Prey Product Group: Book ISBN: 9780399162381 Features: Illustrated, Dust Jacket

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John Sandford Lucas Davenport Field of Prey #24 Mystery Detective 1st print HC. John Sandford, Lucas Davenport (#24), Field of Prey, Mystery, Detective, first print Hard cover 2014, pencil price, fine condition. How could this have happened without anybody noticing?. And then another, and another. John Sandford, Lucas Davenport (#24), Field of Prey, Mystery, Detective, first print Hard cover 2014, pencil price, fine condition. The night after the fourth of July, Layton Carlson Jr., of Red Wing, Minnesota, finally got lucky. And unlucky. He’d picked the perfect spot to lose his virginity to his girlfriend, an abandoned farmyard in the middle of cornfields: nice, private, and quiet. The only problem was . . . something smelled bad—like, really bad. He mentioned it to a county deputy he knew, and when the cop took a look, he found a body stuffed down a cistern. And then another, and another. By the time Lucas Davenport was called in, the police were up to fifteen bodies and counting. And as if that wasn’t bad enough, when Lucas began to investigate, he made some disturbing discoveries of his own. The victims had been killed over a great many years, one every summer, regular as clockwork. How could this have happened without anybody noticing? Because one thing was for sure: the killer had to live close by. He was probably even someone they saw every day.