A detective. A millionaire. A millionaire's wife. A mistress. Hijinks and tragedy ensue. Set in the late 1930s in Wayzata, a rural, resort suburb of Minneapolis, Detective Carroll LaRue has quit his badge, picked up stakes and put a haunted past in Hollywood behind him - that, and his fellow officers of the LAPD kept mistaking him for a perp. LaRue has exchanged hilltops and orange groves for a hardscrabble, hand-to-mouth existence in the blue-gray Midwest. Taking dirty pictures through windows, even if the people aren't movie stars? It might not be sexy, but it's a living. Wayzata pays homage - hell, it outright steals - from the Holy Trinity of pulp fiction writers: Raymond Chandler, Dashiell Hammett, and James V. Cain.
I usually don't like audio books read by the author, but Ted Korsmo did an excellent job. This was a solid noir detective story. Complete with the the wise-cracking protagonist and (spoiler alert!) dark ending. I thoroughly enjoyed it.