We seem to constantly look for love, God's love or love for individuals. To me these pursuits are simultaneous, indistinguishable. We just go about it differently. To see God's love we pray traditionally, with learned words. To gain human love, we rampage, parade, fake modesty. I hope the reader will discover, as my characters and I have, that sometimes love surprises us.

A murder mystery. This novel takes us into the rich farm country of the Midwest. The body of a young farm wife is found naked and with a gaping wound in her chest, on her kitchen floor. Joe Lynch, County Sheriff, seeks her killer. His investigation introduces the reader to Dulcy, a 60's hippie, to Happy Tucker, a religious recluse, to two would-be drug kings, to Stub Sorenson and his vivacious wife, Kitty, and to various men of the law, a whole community still awash in the residuals of the all encompassing faith of two now dead Catholic mothers.