FBI Special Agent Mike Yeager is in trouble. His most recent case---a child kidnapping, his usual---ended tragically, and the FBI has suspended him. Worse, Mike can’t seem to forgive himself. He’s run away from everything he knows in Philadelphia to the mountains of Nevada in an attempt to forget.

Now in Nevada, he’s stumbled into the world of a killer: in the small town of San Cristobal, one child was killed accidentally---or so it seems---a few weeks before Mike’s arrival. The day after he shows up, an adult is murdered, and soon another child disappears. Mike doesn’t want to get involved, but he can’t help himself, first because as a stranger in town he’s got to prove to the local law enforcement that he’s not the killer, and second, because he’s in the perfect place to solve the case and redeem himself in the eye of the FBI. Not to mention that at least one more child’s life is at stake.

Thomas Lakeman is one of those rare talents who has composed a first novel that doesn’t read like a debut at all, but instead is written with the precision and tightly drawn suspense of one of the genre’s masters.

"Lakeman's enjoyable but flawed debut introduces FBI Special Agent Michael Yeager, who hits the road to escape his conscience after a child kidnapping case he was working on in Philadelphia goes horribly wrong. He winds up in Dyer County, Nev., where he brawls with a man apparently snatching a handicapped boy while ranting about his missing daughter. When the man turns up dead and disfigured, Yeager is the first suspect, but local sheriff Rafe Archer clears Yeager and recruits his unofficial help investigating the murder and the missing girl, crimes that clearly point to a skilled serial killer. Lakeman delivers a winning protagonist, good pacing and natural dialogue. The plot, however, becomes ever more contrived as it develops, twisting into unlikely and gory shapes that also require psychologically unlikely contortions of the characters. (Sept.)" Publishers Weekly (Copyright Reed Business Information, Inc.)

"If you read many thrillers, you'll soon realize that Thomas Lakeman's first novel, 'The Shadow Catchers,' brings together various plot elements that you know from other thrillers. The hero ventures innocently into a small town only to be caught up in a whirlwind of crime. The complex plot involves a serial killer, child abuse, horrific violence and a lust for revenge with roots deep in the past. As... Washington Post Book Review (read the entire Washington Post review) the body count nears double digits and a character intones, 'There are dark powers at work in Dyer County,' the shaken reader can only mutely assent. And yet, amid the mounting terror, the intrepid hero manages to romance not one but two attractive women. There's little new here, but the novel works because Lakeman relates his nightmare with skill, confidence and a sharp eye for detail — he believes in his dark tale enough to make us buy it, too.

His hero, Mike Yeager, is an FBI agent in Philadelphia who's been put on leave after botching a case. He's driven his ancient Nash Rambler all the way to Nevada, where he intends to relax by photographing the Sangre de los Ninos Mountains. If you speak a little Spanish, you'll know he's already in trouble because that means 'blood of the children' and there's a sea of it ahead. He's been in little San Cristobal only long enough for a cup of coffee when he gets into a fight with a 300-pound ex-Marine, then is arrested, tossed in jail and accused of murder. But he's soon freed because the local sheriff, crusty old Rafe Archer, needs his help.

The sheriff 'seemed not to have aged so much as eroded, until only the hardest and least forgiving part of him remained.' He and his family are central to the story. He has twin daughters. One is a whore (legal in that part of Nevada) who is divorcing the 300-pound ex-Marine to live with her boyfriend/pimp. As the story starts, her young daughter is missing, maybe kidnapped, which leads the sheriff to recruit Yeager to help find her. The sheriff's other daughter is married to the town preacher, and she has her troubles, too. The plot kicks into high gear when the ex-Marine — the father of the missing girl — is decapitated.

Mayhem multiplies. A boy is 'exsanguinated,' which is to say bled dry. A woman is burned alive. Another is killed and embalmed. A troublesome cop is found alive in a grave with his eyes sewn shut and his feet cut off. The missing child's notebook encapsulates the horror with pictures of 'children lying down in a burning building. Naked children hanging from hooks. Children cut to pieces like broken dolls.' There is a madman at large, and plenty of suspicious characters around, but just as we start to suspect this or that person, he or she turns up dead.

Yeager, although a smarter cop than the locals, is just as baffled, and it doesn't help that a couple of fellows ambush him one night and beat him half to death. He is somewhat consoled by two women, but they prove not entirely to be trusted. Late one night he calls his girlfriend back in Philly, another FBI agent, only to have a man answer. In Nevada, between murders, he meets a pert schoolteacher ('Her brilliant blue eyes were ever so slightly crossed, giving her an air of perpetual curiosity'), but when he runs a background check on her, she has so dark a past that we must wonder if she might be the killer.

One reason we keep reading, amid the ever-widening gore, is that Lakeman, an Alabaman, has a nice touch with dialogue and descriptions. The irreverent old sheriff tells the preacher, 'Yeah, well, you can teach a mynah bird to sing 'Rock of Ages,' it don't mean he's goin' to Heaven,' and says of an angry coroner, 'It don't take much to tread on his corns.' The pretty schoolteacher, meeting Yeager, says, 'Will you be my friend? That's how my kids say hello to each other. They haven't discovered rejection yet.' A professor is the kind of fellow 'who knew the name of Shakespeare's English Setter but couldn't find his own socks.'

Yeager, beaten and battered, looks in the mirror and sees 'a face only a mother could love. On payday.' Such bits of humor aside, Lakeman has set out in his first novel to present a vision of Hell, of pure evil, and to a considerable degree he has succeeded. State-of-the-art violence may not be your idea of fun, but if it is, 'The Shadow Catchers' is an engrossing read." Reviewed by Patrick Anderson, whose e-mail address is mondaythrillers(at symbol)aol.com, Washington Post Book World (Copyright 2006 Washington Post Book World Service/Washington Post Writers Group)
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For fans of John Sandford and Michael Connelly comes a gripping debut about an FBI agent on the run from his own mistakes and straight into the path of a killer.

After a child kidnapping case ends tragically and leads to his suspension, FBI Special Agent Mike Yeager runs away from everything he knows in Philadelphia to the mountains of Nevada, where he stumbles into the world of a killer. Martins Press.

“I haven’t seen much in the way of justice in Dyer County.”

 He didn’t blink once in half a minute.

 “You’re the man from the Justice Department,” he said finally. “My job is keepin’ the peace. When someone like you shows up, I know there’s gonna be trouble. In my long experience, y’see, only two kinds of strangers come to Dyer County---the ones who think they’re gonna find the lost Dutchman’s gold mine . . .  and the ones lookin’ for the only thing this desert has in abundance.”

 I shrugged. “Empty beer cans?”

 “Death,” said the sheriff. “You don’t look like you expect to find a gold mine.”

 

--from The Shadow Catchers