Naked Prey (Lucas Davenport Series #14)

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In Naked Prey, John Sandford puts Lucas Davenport through some changes. His old boss, Rose Marie Roux, has moved up to the state level and taken Lucas with her, creating a special troubleshooter job for him for the cases that are too complicated or politically touchy for others to handle. In addition, Lucas is now married and a new father, both of which are fine with him: he doesn't mind being a family man. But he is a little worried. For every bit of peace you get, you have to ...

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In Naked Prey, John Sandford puts Lucas Davenport through some changes. His old boss, Rose Marie Roux, has moved up to the state level and taken Lucas with her, creating a special troubleshooter job for him for the cases that are too complicated or politically touchy for others to handle. In addition, Lucas is now married and a new father, both of which are fine with him: he doesn't mind being a family man. But he is a little worried. For every bit of peace you get, you have to pay—and he's waiting for the bill.

It comes in the form of two people found hanging from a tree in the woods of northern Minnesota. What makes it particularly sensitive is that the bodies are of a black man and a white woman, and they're naked. "Lynching" is the word that everybody's trying not to say—but, as Lucas begins to discover, in fact the murders are not what they appear to be, and they are not the end of the story. There is worse to come—much, much worse.

Filled with the rich characterization and exceptional drama that are his hallmarks, this is Sandford's most suspenseful novel yet.

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Editorial Reviews

From the Publisher
"This one is vintage Sandford."—Publishers Weekly

"Sandford's best novel yet."—Library Journal

"All but impossible to put down."—Washington Post

Patrick Anderson
Naked Prey is vintage Sandford, which is to say it is all but impossible to put down. As the story races along, Sandford finds time for various digressions, some more inspired than others. Brash young Letty West becomes Davenport's new best pal; she is handy with a .22, takes no guff from anyone and inevitably finds herself in deadly peril. The author introduces a publicity-hungry civil-rights activist who barges in to denounce the supposed lynching, then just as abruptly returns to Chicago.
— The Washington Post
Publishers Weekly
Sandford gets back to basics in this stellar 14th installment of his hugely popular Prey series, focusing on the long-standing duo of Davenport and Capslock. As the novel begins, the indomitable Lucas Davenport (now happily married, a contented father and bored out of his mind) is slogging through the northern tundra of Broderick, Minn., to inspect the naked dangling corpses of a white woman and black man ("They were frozen. Like Popsicles.") that have shocked the locals as well as Minnesota's governor with the ugly specter of a lynching. Davenport, now more or less a free agent for the state's Bureau of Criminal Apprehension ("I kick people's asses"), is unleashed by the governor, giving Davenport and his scruffy sidekick, Del Capslock, a chance to escape their square city lives and catch the villain(s) while staving off the media vultures, Sandford's trademark subplot. As in previous novels, the original crime (rendered in a truly horrific opening sequence) is merely the gateway to a deeper, more insidious criminal enterprise, this one an international labyrinth of stolen cars, drugs, gambling and kidnapping. Some truly vicious familial machinations in the small town contrast well with Davenport's staid and stable home life. Another pleasant surprise is the precocious Letty West, whose awakening teenage sensibilities make an impression on Davenport. Sandford's usual background details (readers will learn how to run a muskrat trapline and how an Indian casino operates) are deftly woven into the fabric. This latest installment in a series now a decade and a half old is vintage Sandford. Copyright 2003 Reed Business Information.
Library Journal
Lucas Davenport (Mortal Prey) is now Director of Regional Studies in the Minnesota Bureau of Criminal Apprehension, which is a fancy name for the job of investigating difficult crimes as quickly as possible and answering to the governor of the state. Known for his ability to solve the unsolvable, he goes to a remote area of the state to discover why a black man and a white woman were hanged in a groove of trees. They were found by Letty West, a precocious 12-year-old trapper who helps Davenport and his partner, Del Capslock, understand the dynamics of the rural communities of Broderick and Armstrong and in so doing, places herself in harm's way. Fast paced and full of surprises, this may be Sandford's best novel yet. The plot twists and turns reveal the complexity of the characters and the well-concealed motivation for the crimes. Most public libraries should buy several copies to meed popular demand. [Previewed in Prepub Alert, LJ 1/03; BOMC, Literary Guild, and Mystery Guild main selections.]-Jo Ann Vicarel, Cleveland Heights-University Heights P.L., OH Copyright 2003 Reed Business Information.
Kirkus Reviews
By the time a series gets appreciably past its salad days, the signs of writer fatigue are usually unmistakable. Which is what makes this 14th outing from Sandford so remarkable: the brilliant Prey series goes bopping along, taking steps two at a time, acting like your basic spring chicken. Series hero Lucas Davenport (Mortal Prey, 2002, etc.), self-styled "richest cop in Minnesota"-with a fortune derived from the design of beautifully complex computer games-has a new job, crime-solving for Governor Elmer Henderson: that is, taking on those hot-potato assignments deemed political dynamite. When Deon Cash, a black man, and Jane Warr, a white woman, are found naked and dead, dangling from a tree in backwater Broderick, the Governor's men hurriedly summon Lucas, the word "lynching" much in the air. But it's not a lynching. To begin with, Broderick, a six-hour drive from St. Paul, simply doesn't have that kind of problem. Moreover, it doesn't take long for the real motive to surface: vengeance. Cash and Warr, it turns out, kidnapped and killed the young daughter of prominent Minnesota businessman Hale Sorrell. Acting as judge, jury, and hangman, Sorell has meted out vigilante justice, and savvy Lucas nails him for it-but before Sorrell can be arrested, he, too, is gunned down. Now Lucas surmises that more than Cash and Warr were involved in the kidnap plot. Back to Broderick he goes, where the evidence leads in an unforeseen direction. And where 12-year-old Letty West, freckled and gritty ("she might have been a female Huckleberry Finn") does a lot to capture a sociopathic killer-as well as Lucas's unexpectedly susceptible heart. Nonstop drive, dialogue that amuses and surprises, deftcharacterizations. But most notable of what Sandford continues to do-better, perhaps, than anyone in crime fiction-is humanize his monsters: that makes for a special kind of creepiness.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780425195444
  • Publisher: Penguin Publishing Group
  • Publication date: 5/4/2004
  • Series: Lucas Davenport Series, #14
  • Format: Mass Market Paperback
  • Edition description: Reprint
  • Pages: 448
  • Sales rank: 84,549
  • Product dimensions: 6.74 (w) x 4.14 (h) x 1.07 (d)

Meet the Author

John Sandford

John Sandford is the pseudonym of Pulitzer Prize–winning journalist John Camp. He is the author of the Prey novels, the Kidd novels, the Virgil Flowers novels, The Night Crew, and Dead Watch. He lives in New Mexico.

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    1. Also Known As:
      John Roswell Camp
    2. Hometown:
      St. Paul, Minnesota
    1. Date of Birth:
      February 23, 1944
    2. Place of Birth:
      Cedar Rapids, Iowa
    1. Education:
      State University of Iowa, Iowa City: B.A., American History; M.A., Journalism
    2. Website:

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1Thursday night, pitch black, blowing snow.Heavy clouds, no moon behind them.

The Buick disappeared into the garage and the doorstarted down. The big man, rolling down the highway ina battered Cherokee, killed his lights, pulled into thedriveway, and took the shotgun off the car seat. Thesnow crunched underfoot as he stepped out; the snowwas coming down in pellets, rather than flakes, and theystung as they slapped his warm face.

He loped up the driveway, fully exposed for a moment,and stopped just at the corner of the garage, in ashadow beneath the security light.

Jane Warr opened the side door and steppedthrough, her back turned to him as she pulled the doorclosed behind her.

He said, “Jane.”

She jumped, her hand at her throat, choking down ascream as she pivoted, and shrank against the door. Takingin the muzzle of the shotgun, and the large manwith the beard and the stocking cap, she screeched:“What? Who’re you? Get away . . .” A jumble of panicwords.

He stayed with her, tracking her with the shotgun,and he said, slowly, as if speaking to a child, “Jane, this isa shotgun. If you scream, I will blow your heart out.”

She looked, and it was a shotgun all right, a twelvegaugepump, and it was pointing at her heart. She madeherself be still, thought of Deon in the house. If Deonlooked out and saw them . . . Deon would take care ofhimself. “What do you want?”

“Joe Kelly.”

They stood for two or three seconds, the snow pelletspeppering the garage, the big man’s beard goingwhite with it. Then, “Joe’s not here.” A hint of assertionin her voice—this didn’t involve her, this shotgun.

“Bullshit,” the big man said. He twitched the muzzleto the left, toward the house. “We’re going inside to talkto him, and he’s gonna pay me some money. I don’twant to hurt you or anybody else, but I’m gonna talk toJoe. If I have to hurt the whole bunch of you, I will.”

He sounded familiar, she thought. Maybe one of theguys from Missouri, from Kansas City? “Are you one ofthe Kansas City people? Because we’re not . . .”

“Shut up,” the big man said. “Get your ass up thesteps and into the house. Keep your mouth shut.”

She did what he told her. This was not the first timeshe’d been present when an unfriendly man flashed agun—not even the second or third time—but she wasworried. On the other hand, he said he was looking forJoe. When he found out Joe wasn’t here, he’d go. Maybe.

“Joe’s not here,” she said, as she went up the steps.

“Quiet!” The man’s voice dropped. “One thing Ilearned down in Kansas City—I’ll share this with you—is that when trouble starts, you pull the trigger. Don’tfigure anything out, just pull the trigger. If Joe or Deontry anything on me, you can kiss your butt good- bye.”

“All right,” she said. Her voice had dropped with his.Now she was on the stranger’s side. She’d be okay, shetold herself, as long as Deon didn’t do anything. Butthere was something too weird about this guy. I’ll sharethis with you?—she’d never heard a serious asshole sayanything like that.

They went up the stairs onto a back porch, thenthrough the porch into a mudroom, then through anotherdoor into the kitchen. None of the doors waslocked. Broderick was a small town, and it doesn’t takelong to pick up small- town habits. As they clunked intothe kitchen, which smelled like micro wave popcorn andweek- old carrot peels, Deon Cash called from the livingroom, “Hey,” and they heard his feet hit the floor. A secondlater he stepped into the kitchen, scowling aboutsomething, a thin, five- foot- ten- inch black man in anIndian- print fleece pullover and jeans, with a can of Budweiserin one hand.

He saw Warr, the big man behind her, and then, aninstant later, registered the shotgun. By that time, thebig man had shifted the barrel of the shotgun and itwas pointing at Cash’s head. “Don’t even think aboutmoving.”

“Easy,” Cash said. He put the can of Budweiser on akitchen counter, freeing his hands.

“Call Joe.”

Cash looked puzzled for a second, then said, “Joeain’t here.”

“Call him,” the big man said. He’d thought aboutthis, about all the calling.

Cash shrugged. “HEY JOE,” he shouted.

Nothing. After a long moment, the man with theshotgun said, “Goddamnit, where is he?”

“He went away last month. He ain’t been back. Wedon’t know where he is,” Warr said. “Told you he wasn’there.”

“Go stand next to Deon.” Warr stepped over next toCash, and the big man dipped his left hand into hisparka pocket and pulled out a clump of chain. Handcuffs.He tossed them on the floor and looked at Warr.“Put them on Deon. Deon, turn around.”

“Aw, man . . .”

“It’s up to you,” the big man said. “I don’t want tohurt you two, but I will. We’re gonna wait for him if ittakes all night.”

“He ain’t here,” Warr said in exasperation. “He ain’tcoming back.”

“Cuffs,” the big man said. “I know what it soundslike when cuffs lock up.”

“Aw man . . .”

“C’mon.” The shotgun moved to Cash’s head, andWarr bent over and picked up one set of cuffs and the bigman said, “Turn around so I can see it,” and Warr clickedthe cuffs in place, pinning Cash’s hands behind him.

The big man dipped his hand into his pocket againand came up with a roll of strapping tape. “Tape his feettogether.”

“Man, you startin’ to piss me off,” Cash said. Evenwith his hands cuffed, he managed to look stupidlyfierce.

“Better’n being dead. Sit down and stick your feetout so she can tape you up.”

Still grumbling, Cash sat down and Warr crouchedbeside him and said, “I’m pretty scared,” and Cash said,“We gonna be all right. The masked man can go look atJoe’s stuff, see he ain’t here.”

The big man made her take eight tight winds of tapearound Cash’s ankles. Then he ordered Warr to take offher parka and cuff her own hands. She got one cuff, butfumbled with the other, and the man with the shotguntold her to turn and back toward him, and when she did,clicked the second cuff in place. He then ordered both ofthem to lie on their stomachs, and with the shotgunpointed at them, he checked Cash’s cuffs and then Warr’s,just to make sure. When he was satisfied, he pulled on apair of cotton gloves, knelt beside Warr, and taped herankles, then moved over to Cash and put the rest of theroll of tape around his.

When he was done, Cash said, “So go look. Joe ain’there.”

“I believe you,” the big man said, standing up. Theylooked so helpless that he almost backed out. He steadiedhimself. “I know where Joe is.”

After a moment’s silence, Cash asked, “Where is he?”

“In a hole in the ground, a couple miles south ofTerre bonne. Don’t think I could find it myself, anymore,”the big man said. “I just asked you about him so you’dthink that . . .” He shrugged. “That you had a chance.”

Another moment’s silence, and then Warr said, “Aw,God, Deon. Listen to his voice.”

Cash put the pieces together, then said, loud, croaking,but not yet screaming, “We didn’t do nothin’, man.We didn’t do nothin’.”

“I know what you did,” the big man said.

“Don’t hurt us,” Warr said. She flopped against thevinyl, tried to get over on her back. “Please don’t hurtus. I’ll tell the cops what ever you want.”

“We get a trial,” Cash said. He twisted around, thebetter to see the man’s face, and to test the tape on hislegs. “We innocent until we proved guilty.”

Innocent.” The big man spat it out.

“We didn’t do nothin’,” Cash screamed at him.

“I know what you did.” The crust on his wounds hadbroken, and the big man began kicking Cash in theback, in the kidneys, in the butt and the back of hishead, and Cash rolled around the narrow kitchen floortrying to escape, screaming, the big man wailing like aman dying of a knife wound, like a man watching theblood running out of his neck, and he kicked andbooted Cash in the back, and when Cash flopped over,in the face; Cash’s nose broke with the sound of asaltine cracker being stepped on and he sputtered bloodout over the floor. Across the kitchen, Warr struggledagainst the tape and the handcuffs and half- rolled underthe kitchen table and got tangled up in the chairs, andtheir wooden legs clunked and pounded and clatteredon the floor as she tried to inchworm through them,Cash screaming all the while, sputtering blood.

Cash finally stopped rolling, exhausted, blood pouringout of his nose, smearing in arcs across the vinylfloor. The big man backed away from him, wiped hismouth on his sleeve, then took a utility knife out of hispocket and stalked across the room to Warr, grabbed thetape around her ankles, and pulled her out from underthe table. Warr cried, “Jesus, don’t cut me!”

He didn’t. He began slicing though her clothing,pulling it away in rags. She began to cry as he cut theclothing away. The big man closed his mind to it, finished,leaving her nude on the floor, except for the ragsunder the tape on her ankles, and began cutting theclothing off Cash.

“What’re you doing, man? What’re you doing?”Cash began flopping again, rolling. Finally, frustratedwith Cash’s struggles, the big man backed away andagain kicked him in the face. Cash moaned, and the bigman rolled him onto his stomach and knelt between hisshoulder blades and patiently sliced at Cash’s shirt andjeans until he was as naked as Warr.

“What’re you doing?” Warr asked. Now there was anote of curiosity in her voice, showing through the fear.

“Public relations.”

“Fuckin’ kill ya,” Cash groaned, still bubbling bloodfrom his broken nose. “Fuckin’ cut ya fuckin’ headoff . . .”

The big man ignored him. He closed the knife, caughtCash by the ankles, and dragged him toward the door.Cash, nearly exhausted from flopping on the floor, beganflopping again, but it did no good. He was draggedflopping through the mudroom, leaving a trail of blood,onto the porch, and then down the steps to the lawn, hishead banging on the steps as they went down. “Mother,mother,” Cash said. “God . . . mother.”

There wasn’t much snow on the ground—hadn’tbeen much snow all winter—but Cash’s head cut a groovein the inch or so that there was, spotted with moreblood. When they got to the Jeep, the big man poppedopen the back, lifted Cash by the neck and hips, andthrew him inside.

Back in the house, he picked up Warr and carried herout to the truck like a sack of flour and tossed her on topof Cash and slammed the lid.

Before leaving, he carefully scanned the house for anythingthat he might have touched that would carry a fingerprint.Finding nothing, he picked up the shotgunand went back outside.“Where’re we going?” Warr shouted at him.“I’m freezing.”

The big man paid no attention. A quarter- mile northof town, he began looking for the West Ditch Road, adirt track that led off to the east. He almost missed it inthe snow, stopped, backed up on the dark roadway, andturned down the track. He passed an old farm house thathe’d thought abandoned, but now, as he went by, he sawa single light glowing in a first- floor window, but noother sign of life. Too late to change plans now, hethought; besides, with this night . . .

The wind had picked up, ripping the snow off theground. He’d be far enough from the farm house that hecouldn’t be seen. He kept moving, the light in the farmhousewindow fading away behind him. In the dark, inthe snow, there were no distinctive landmarks at all.

He concentrated on the track and the odometer.Four- tenths of a mile after he turned off Highway 36,he slowed, looking out the left- side window. At first, hesaw nothing but snow. After a hundred feet or so, thetree loomed, and he pulled over, then carefully backed,pulled forward, and backed again until he was parkedacross the road.

“What?” Cash groaned, from the back. “What?”

The big man went around to the back of the truck,opened it, grabbed the thick wad of tape around Cash’slegs, and pulled him off the truck as if he were unloadinglumber. Cash’s shoulders hit the frozen earth with ameaty impact. The big man got him by the tape anddragged him past the first tree into what had been, fromthe car, in the dark, an invisible grove of trees.

One of the trees, a pin oak, loomed at the very edgeof the illumination thrown by the car’s headlights.Ropes were slung over a heavy branch fifteen feetabove the ground. The big man, staggering under Cash’sweight, dropped him by one of the ropes, then wentback for Warr. When he got her to the hanging tree,struggling and kicking against him, he dropped her besideCash.

“Can’t do this, man,” Cash screamed. “This is murder.”The storm around them quieted for a moment, butthe snow pellets still whipped through the trees, stinginglike so many BBs.

“Please help me,” Warr called to Cash. “Please,please . . .”

“Murder?” The big man shouted back at Cash, raisinghis voice above the wind. He broke away fromthem, toward a tree branch that was sticking up out ofthe snow, ripped it off the frozen ground and staggeredback to Cash. “Murder?” He began beating Cash withthe long stick, ripping strips of skin off Cash’s back andlegs, as the black man thrashed on the ground, gopheringthrough the snow, trying to get away. “Murder, youfuckin’ animal, murder . . .”

He stopped after a while, too tired to continue, threwthe stick back into the trees. “Murder,” he said to Cash.“I’ll show you murder.”

The big man led one of the ropes over to Cash, tied asingle loop around his neck, tight, with strong knots.He did the same with the second rope, around Warr’sneck. She was now shivering violently in the cold.

When he was done, the big man stood back, lookedat the two of them, said, “God damn your immortalsouls,” and began hauling on the rope tied to Cash.Cash stopped screaming as the rope bit into his neck.He was heavy, and the big man had to struggle againsthis weight, and against the raw friction of the rope overthe tree limb. Finally, unable to get him in the air, thebig man lifted him and pulled the rope at the same time,and Cash’s feet cleared the ground by a meager six inches.He didn’t struggle. He simply hung. The big man tiedthe lower end of the rope around the tree trunk, andtested it for weight. It held.

Warr pleaded, but the big man couldn’t hear her—later couldn’t remember anything she said, except thatthere were a lot of whispered Pleases. Didn’t do her anygood. Didn’t do her any good when she fought him, either,though it might have given her a brief thirty secondsof satisfaction.

He couldn’t get her high enough to get her feet off theground, and as he struggled to do it, a space opened betweenthe bottom of his coat sleeve and the glove on hisright hand. The space, the warm flesh, bumped againsther face, and quick as a cat, she sank her teeth into his arm,biting ferociously, twisting her head against his arm. Helet go of the rope and she fell, holding on with her teeth,pulling him down, and he hammered at the side of herhead until she let go.

She was groaning when he boosted her back up, andshe ground out, “We’re not the only ones.”That stopped him for a moment: “What?”

“They’ll be coming for you, you cocksucker.” She spatat him, from three inches away, and hit him in the face.He flinched, grabbed her around the waist and boostedher higher, his gloves slippery with blood, and then hehad her high enough and he stepped away, holding tightto the rope, and she swung free and her groaningstopped. He managed to pull her up another four inches,then tied the rope off on the trunk.

He watched them for a few minutes, swinging in thesnow, in the dim light, their heads bent, their bodies violentlyelongated like martyrs in an El Greco painting . . .

Then he turned and left them.

They may have been dead then, or it might have takena few minutes. He didn’t care, and it didn’t matter. Herolled slowly, carefully, out of the side road, down throughBroderick and on south. He was miles away before hebecame aware of the pain in his wrist, and the bloodflowing down his sleeve toward his elbow. When heturned his arm over in the dim light of the car, he foundthat she’d bitten a chunk of flesh out of his wrist, alemon- wedge that was still bleeding profusely.

If a cop stopped him and saw it . . .

He pulled over in the dark, wrapped his wrist with apad of paper towels and a length of duct tape, steppedout of the truck, washed his hand and arm in snow,tossed the bloody jacket in the back of the truck anddug out a lighter coat from the bag in back.

Get home, he thought. Burn the coat, dump the truck.

Get home.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 13, 2012

    Little slow

    Ive read all the Prey series so far. This one was ok. Interesting but slow. Lucas is almost getting boring. Dont know if I like his new 'job'. I love the character of Letty. Hope shes in more books

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 17, 2008

    Not bad

    This book was a bit dry for me. I like Sandfords work in the past, the prey series is great. Lucas seems like a great character and I love reading about his next adventure but this book was too boring. I was pretty shocked to read so many good reviews about this one. The first 120 pages were just blah! Nothing more. Nothing was appealing, it seemed slow, the characters were pretty weak except the nut job who was killing people. I am not sure what was wrong with this book for me but usually in 2-3 days I am done with one in this series. This took a week and I struggled with it. I give it a 3 just because there were some good parts and its part of a great series from a great writer. However it I were to have started off with this book I probably would have never continued with this series :'

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  • Posted January 2, 2014

    more from this reviewer

    As with many great series, there are clunkers here and there....

    As with many great series, there are clunkers here and installment or two where one of our favorite authors either just misses the mark or strikes out completely, swinging wildly in the process. Sandford has had a couple of "just missed it" efforts and, early in this book, I feared this was another. It just seemed too slow and a little cluttered for the first third of the book.....then...BAM...the action picked up. The twists and turns became more sudden and violent, the characters became more defined and the plot itself suddenly was more thrilling. I won't rank this with the best books in the series, but it is damn good and absolutely a worthwhile read...and it keeps me hooked to want more.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 21, 2012

    Another great installment in the Lucas Davenport series

    Lucas has a soft side. He's growing up. Sandford's humor is great and his suspense masterful.

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  • Posted March 7, 2012

    Good read

    Typical and entertaining novel of Sanford/Lucas Davenport

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 24, 2012

    Another satisfying read ...

    Another satisfying read, mainly for reasons that seem to recur as I continue thru the series. I found again that I'm not near as fond of the "whodunnit" portions of the J.S. books as I am the 1-on-1 contest of wits between Lucas & an evil foe. Even the EVIL seemed minimal to almost absent in this outing. Except for "Mom", all the suspects seemed like harmless people with little secrets.

    It's the backstory of Lucas & his appealing cast of characters moving on to a new part of their professional & personal lives that got my attention & made me impatient for the next book in the series.

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  • Posted June 12, 2011

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    Highly Recommend

    I've read all the Lucas Davenport series to far and this one does not disappoint. What a wonderful imagination Sandford has! Riveting and suspenceful story til the last page, the last sentence. Can't wait to read the next in line.

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  • Posted May 24, 2010

    A good, easy read.

    This is a good book. It was an easy read, with cool characters, continuing the Lucas Davenport line of books. Nice thrills, suspense, and the new character of Letty was an awesome touch.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 24, 2004

    Diabolical Dealings in Small-Town America

    It's hard to sustain a series over so many books(this latest addition to the 'Prey' cannon is the 14th in the series)but Sandford pulls it off with aplomb.It comes with a price:The Lucas Davenport of the earlier Prey novels is absent.So don't expect a Lucas who can pistol-whip a man's face to a pulp or call a red-neck deputy 'a fat hillbilly (expletive)' before beating the daylights out of him.The man has mellowed, is married and monogamous(for now).This has also meant a less explosive show-down between Lucas and the main villains.As in the Previous 2 Prey novels,it isn't Lucas who nails the bad guy but it's his fine investigative abilities that lead to the downfall of his Prey(s).Letty West is a great character and certain to put in another appearance in the next Prey book.The plot no longer hurtles forward with the same gut-wrenching velocity of the earlier books and you're unlikely to get villains along the class of Michael Bekker(Eyes and Silent Prey) or the Iceman(Winter Prey) in this book but after 13 books,Lucas is such a magnetic presence that you'd happily go along for the ride,even if this is just a pleasant cruise instead of a white-knucle ride.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 25, 2004

    New Reader-New fan!

    Naked Prey was the first of the Prey series I've read. It will not be the last. From the beginning it pulled me in, involving me. I tried to think ahead and was delighted with the answers found and a few questions left unanswered for later reading!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 23, 2004

    Not a cover-up

    Even though written with the familiar pattern of his other Prey novels, Naked Prey stands out as highly entertaining. It will not win any awards for its deep insights or its exceptional contribution to society, but it's a good story and worth reading. I especially enjoyed the richness of the female characters. Sanford dug deeper than most male authors for more realistic feminine personalities. Hope he continues in the same vein.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 28, 2003

    great book to read

    I really enjoyed this book. I highly recommend it to anyone who likes to read a good book.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 5, 2003

    One of the smartest detectives in ficton.

    Lucas Davenport has always been able to figure out the tough ones with very few clues. Same goes with this latest installment in the 'prey' series. Not only is the 'whodonit' aspect of the story good, the dialogue is great, really funny in spots. This is a great read and so are the rest of John Sanford's books.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 27, 2003


    Both Eric Conger and Richard Ferrone give blockbuster readings to John Sandford's thirteenth in his spellbinding 'Prey' series. Protagonist Lucas Davenport has proven to be one of the most popular and charismatic figures in crime fiction. Naked Prey secures his place at the top of the list. Delivering his fifth 'Prey' recording actor Eric Conger is the recipient of a Golden Earphone Award as well as the Publishers Weekly Listen Up Award for Chosen Prey. Listen up to his latest voice performance! Richard Ferrone is not a new comer to the vaunted 'Prey' series, as this is his 11th reading, which is expressive and compelling. Sandford, as always on top of his game, introduces a particularly appealing character in Naked Prey, pre-teener Letty West who finds two bodies hanging from a tree near her rundown home. To complicate matters, it looks like a lynching and the recently strung up are a white woman and a black man. Lucas Davenport, now a happily wed freelance trouble shooter, and his irascible buddy, Del Capstock, come to Broderick, Minnesota, to try to find out who's responsible for the double deaths. As we might imagine, young Letty isn't anyone's fool; she's able to point a finger at the killer. Problem is the killers are killed before Lucas can nab them. You know what they say about fine wine.....Sandford, too, just keeps getting better and better. Another sure winner for him!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 7, 2003


    After reading any of the Prey novels I think surely this is the best one. Having said as much after reading each I wonder aloud, 'Where does John keep getting the great ideas and inspiration for these novels'. A must 'read' for any reader enjoying great mysteries.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 13, 2003


    if you like prey novels you'll love Naked Prey it's a good book.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 12, 2003

    The best of the series

    I read this book in just one day. I love Sanford's flawed characters! Letty is unforgetable, the best of his characters to date. What a beautiful relationship is formed between Letty and Lucas.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 29, 2003


    now we're talking, has the flavor of the first prey novels. I loved it, finished in 3 days (only b/c it's in hardcover)

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 26, 2003

    Pray No Longer

    Readers that desire great fiction will not need to pray any longer. Naked Prey has arrived. By far the best of the Prey series. Great characters. Great story. Great suprise ending. True page-turner from start to end. Take the phone off the hook. Call in sick. Naked Prey is worth it.

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