Since Alan Auhl came out of retirement the young detectives call him a retread. Some days he feels like one. Cheaply slapped together. Just about guaranteed to wear down quickly.

But he does things his own way and gets results—even if his cases are a bit colder now.

Like the skeleton that’s just been found under a concrete slab. Or the old farmer, dead five years, whose daughters stilldon’t believe it was an accident. Or the doctor who’s murdered two wives and a girlfriend and left no evidence at all.

Auhl will stick with these cases until justice is done. One way or another.