Darryl Wimberley is the rare author who can tell just about any story from the point of view of the most-or least- interesting character in the story. (I've heard him perform that very stunt, and it's mesmerizing.) Even if he weren't a friend of very long standing, I would stand in line to buy his novels.
His protagonist in this book is removed in time and place from his earlier novels, but is as flawed and as human as any in modern fiction. Here is a widowed war veteran, wounded in spirit, who is trying to raise his son as best he can in the Midwest in the Roaring 20s, who runs afoul of a local gangster and is forced to solve a mysterious runaway while avoiding a truly monstrous character who would make Cormac McCarthy's Anton Chigurgh tremble. Darryl's talent is to take this era, this place, and enable us to see it through his characters' eyes, feel it through their emotions, and discover its riches through our own emotions. Since this is a mystery, I wish only to tantalize you enough to pick it up and read the first few paragraphs, because I know that you will continue to read with a growing delight and urgency, and each word will continue to weave the web until you can no longer keep your eyes open but must finish one more paragraph, then another. Finally, the last page is turned, and you understand that you have been granted an audience with a master, and you don't want it to ever end.