There is a river that runs through it. It is the (fictional) Alabaster River, and the town is Jewel, Minnesota. It is only a decade after the end of WWII, and many men returned home significantly changed. The town is celebrating Memorial Day when a body is discovered in the river. The victim is Joseph Quinn, belligerent wealthy landowner and renowned drinker. He’d been known to occasionally go down to camp overnight by the river. Perhaps he got drunk and fell in? Little hard to […]
Everybody Hates This Guy. Can We Just Pretend the Obvious Murder Was an Accident?
The River We Remember by William Kent Krueger















