By Bill Pronzini
The writer of Blue Lonesome, a brand new York occasions booklet overview amazing publication, has created one other wonderful novel of suspense. Set in a small, remoted city in Northern California, A desolate tract of Strangers is a fast paced, memorable tale concerning the arrival of a stranger--and the homicide of a pretty, lonely lady.
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