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by Chuck Logan

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It never occurred to Phil Broker and Nina Pryce -- still recovering from their life-and-death struggle with a demented terrorist -- that a minor school-yard tussle could lead to this.

In the winter backlands of Glacier Falls, Minnesota, nobody knows a thing about the crucial roles Broker and Nina played months earlier in averting an act of


Book Description

It never occurred to Phil Broker and Nina Pryce -- still recovering from their life-and-death struggle with a demented terrorist -- that a minor school-yard tussle could lead to this.

In the winter backlands of Glacier Falls, Minnesota, nobody knows a thing about the crucial roles Broker and Nina played months earlier in averting an act of terrorism. Nor does anyone know about the damage -- both physical and psychological -- that Nina, especially, suffered as a consequence. This is why they'd moved here in the first place: for anonymity, calm, and the restorative powers of a remote landscape. Also for the chance, maybe, to become a family again. Broker tells himself that if they just keep a low profile, stay out of trouble, and tend to their wounds, everything will work out fine.

But it doesn't take much to set off an avalanche, and one is triggered for them when a school-yard bully picks a fight with the wrong third-grade girl: Phil and Nina's daughter, Kit. She humiliates Teddy Klumpe, and so too Klumpe's parents, by giving him a bloody nose -- and thereby puts the Broker household in the crosshairs of a vengeful local clan notorious for violence and criminal behavior.

Suddenly little things start happening -- a flat tire, footprints in the snow, garbage spilled across the driveway. Did Broker leave the door unlocked? Or was somebody in the house when he and Kit were out cross-country skiing?

Broker copes as best as he can -- monitoring Nina's mood swings, running interference for Kit at school, and keeping a wary eye out for whoever's engaging in the small-time guerrilla warfare, which grows increasingly malevolent. When his daughter's kitten disappears, though, he begins to fear for his family's safety. But Glacier Falls' tiny police force is already stretched too thin, battling the scourge of methamphetamine that has extended even to this rural outpost.

That's when the ghosts of Broker's past begin reappearing -- question is, to haunt or to help? The good news is that Harry Griffin, whom Broker served with in Vietnam thirty years earlier, advises him on how to deal with the locals -- and so an old friendship is reaffirmed.

But the bad news is really, really bad. An ex-con named Gator Bodine (another Klumpe relative) discovers Broker's role, long ago, in an undercover drug sting that resulted in the death of a mobster's son. Seeking advantage in his own criminal endeavors, he gives Broker up to the mobster, who dispatches a hit man to confirm that Gator's info is accurate -- and, if it is, to exact vengeance on Broker and his family.

Critical Praise >P>"Taut, terrific storytelling, with a methamphetamine angle that gives the small-town showdown headline-like currency. " --Booklist

"Logan writes well, and his people grab hard." --Kirkus Reviews

"Terrific .... gives his bleak rural setting real menace ... Logan’s latest should easily cool numerous beachgoers with icy thrills." --Publishers Weekly

Editorial Reviews

The Barnes & Noble Review
In Homefront, another excellent Chuck Logan thriller featuring Phil Broker (After the Rain, Vapor Trail, Absolute Zero, et al.), the former cop and undercover agent is spending some much-needed downtime in a remote resort town aptly named Glacier Falls with his wife and eight-year old daughter. Little does he know he's just entered "Minnesota Appalachia," where yokel warfare has been turned into a sadistic art form.

Broker's wife, Nina Pryce, is a special forces operative in the U.S. Army, is on extended sick leave after suffering severe physical and psychological injuries in her last mission. While she struggles to fix herself -- no doctors, no drugs, no hospitals -- Broker and his daughter, Kit, try to enjoy the beautifully bleak, wolf-inhabited wilderness around them. But roving lupine packs turn out to be the least of the family's concerns: When Kit stands up to a third-grade bully and promptly decks him, she begins an overblown feud that involves the bully's parents, who are best described as "savage white trash." Broker unknowingly pits himself and his family against an incestuous clan of backwoods criminals involved in hardcore methamphetamine production and distribution. A punctured tire, a mangled stuffed animal, and a stolen kitten are only a prelude of much more violent things to come…

An addictively page-turning novel about love, devotion, and oh-so-satisfying vengeance, this chillingly intimate story is a perfect example of a storyteller in top form. Logan has hit a home run with Homefront. Paul Goat Allen

Publishers Weekly
U.S. Army Maj. Nina Pryce and ex-undercover detective Phil Broker return from Logan's After the Rain in this follow-up thriller. After Pryce endures a debilitating psychological and physical breakdown from a nasty tangle with a psychopath, the estranged spouses reunite. Eager for a fresh start, Broker, Pryce and plucky young daughter Karson ("Kit") move from St. Paul to bucolic, frosty Glacier Falls, Minn., home to howling wolves and an elementary school mixed in with "all the special-ed students in the county." When Kit gives playground bully Teddy-scion of the town's notoriously disruptive, methamphetamine-cooking Klumpe family-a black eye, a blood feud is ignited that accelerates with increasing menace. A slashed tire, a stolen cat and a housebreak all lead up to Broker being outed as a former cop-the very same cop who was involved in the death of Jojo, the son of Danny Turrie, Klumpe compadre and imprisoned murderer. Revenge plots boil as Turrie looks for a way to get at Broker-and his family. Logan is terrific on the particular ex-army, ex-cop tension between Pryce and Broker, and gives his bleak rural setting real menace. With a special low "summer price," Logan's latest should easily cool numerous beachgoers with icy thrills. 8-city author tour. (July) Copyright 2005 Reed Business Information.
Kirkus Reviews
Ex-cop Phil Broker (After the Rain, 2004, etc.) goes for needed peace and quiet to Minnesota's backwoods, where an old enemy goes for Broker. The remote resort of Glacier Falls seems ideal for what ails the Broker family, in particular Major Nina Pryce, Broker's formidable wife. Usually formidable, that is. At the moment, in the aftermath of a bloody shootout that ended the life of her partner and very nearly her own, she's suffering both physically (shattered shoulder) and emotionally (shattered psyche). It's the latter condition that prompted Broker to seek the therapy of new, underpopulated surroundings. Even in Glacier Falls, however, trouble homes in on the family. It starts with a mundane schoolyard incident involving Kit, Broker's eight-year-old daughter, and escalates in a hurry. Teddy Klumpe, ranking bully of Glacier Elementary, steals Kit's gloves, then shoves her about in order to underscore his higher place in the natural order of things. He gets his nose solidly punched in retaliation. Young Klumpe complains to Daddy. Daddy Klumpe, intimidatingly large, thinks it behooves him to make the father atone for the sins of the daughter and takes a swing at Broker, who puts him down with humiliating ease. That sets off a chain of events leading eventually to Danny Turrie, a convicted murderer currently doing life in Stillwater Prison. Jailed he may be, but Turrie has friends-plus an unrelenting hate for his beloved son's killer, a man whose identity has remained a mystery until now. The information goes in, and Turrie reaches out: an ice-eyed, extraordinarily adept gunman finds his way to Glacier Falls. He's looking for Broker. Gratuitous flashbacks slow the pace from time to time,but Logan writes well, and his people grab hard. Author tour
Chicago Tribune
“Logan uses his considerable skills to provide lots of believable suspense.”
“Taut, terrific storytelling, with a methamphetamine angle that gives the small-town showdown headline-like currency. ”

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By Chuck Logan

HarperCollins Publishers, Inc.

Copyright © 2005 Chuck Logan
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ISBN: 0060570202

Chapter One

It was another March surprise. Yesterday the kids were playing in long sleeves and tennis shoes. Then the storm moved in last night, riding on serious cold that knocked everyone's weather clock for a loop. Now there was a foot of fresh snow on the ground. The air temperature stuck on 18 degrees Fahrenheit, but the windchill shivered it down to 11. School policy put the kids out in the snow if the thermometer topped zero. Ten-thirty in the morning at Glacier Elementary. Recess.

The new kid was a snotty showoff, and it was really starting to bug Teddy Klumpe. Especially the way a lot of third-graders had gathered on the playground to watch her.

Just like yesterday, when she was doing skips on the monkey bars. Not just swinging, flying almost. And everyone big-eyed, checking her out, like wow. See that? Three-bar skip. Except today it so was so cold -- ha -- that her gloves slipped on the icy bars and she dropped off, the heels of her boots skidded in the snow, and she fell on her skinny rear end. But then she got up and studied the stretch of steel bars over her head; studied them so hard these wrinkles scrunched up her forehead. Slowly, as her breath jetted in crisp white clouds, she removed her gloves.

Boy, was that dumb. It was just too cold ...

But it didn't stop her. She mounted the wooden platform and carefully placed her gloves on the snowy planks. She blew a couple times on her bare hands, took a stance, gauged the distance, bent her knees, swung her arms back, and sprung. Parka, snow pants, bulky boots. Didn't matter. Smoothly, she caught the third bar out.

Yuk. The thought of his bare skin touching that frozen steel made him wince. Along with the fact he was too heavy to propel himself hand over hand. But when she dropped back to the ground. Then he'd show her. Skinny, red-haired, freckle-faced little bitch.

The Klumpe kid was almost nine. Naturally powerful for his age, he packed an extra ten pounds of junk-food blubber in a sumo-like tire around his gut and his wide PlayStation 2 butt. Biggest kid in the third grade. Most feared kid. Knew the most swear words. King of the playground.

Screw her.

Teddy scouted the immediate area.

Mrs. Etherby, the nearest recess monitor, was watching the kids sliding down the hill on plastic sleds. The other monitor was on the far side of the playground, where some fourth-graders were building a snow fort.

Ten of Teddy's classmates were standing over by the slide next to the monkey bars, making a winter rainbow of fleece red caps and blue and yellow Land's End parkas against the oatmeal sky. All of them curiously watching Teddy and the new kid. They should be watching him take his snowboard down the hill. And repairing the bump jump when he smashed it apart. Instead, they were watching to see what he would do.

The new kid swung from the last bar, landed lightly on her feet on the far wooden platform, and blew on her chapped hands. Teddy eyed the gloves she'd left on the opposite end. As she leaped up and grabbed the bars for the return trip, Teddy walked over casually, snatched up her gloves, and stuffed them in his jacket pocket.

"Hey!" the kid yelled, swinging hand over hand.

Teddy ignored her and kept walking, around the back of a small equipment shed near the tire swings.

"Hey," she said again, dropping to the snow and trotting after him. "Those are my gloves." Her breath made an energetic white puff in the air. Two brooding vertical creases started between her eyebrows and shot up her broad forehead.

Teddy angled his face away from her but let his eyes roll to the edge of his sockets. Kinda like his dad did when he was getting ready to get really mad. He took a few more steps, drawing her farther behind the shed, out of sight from eyes on the playground. Then he spun.

"Liar," he said.

She balled her cold hands at her sides and narrowed her green eyes. The creases deeper now, pulling her face tight. "Thief," she said in a trembling voice.

Teddy saw the tension rattle on her face, turning it red. He heard the tremor in her voice. Little bitch is scared. Encouraged, he surged forward and pushed her chest hard with both hands. She went down on her butt in the snow. Then he yanked her gloves from his pocket and tossed them up on the roof of the shed, where they stayed put in a foot of snow.

"Yuk," Teddy wiped his own gloves on the front of his jacket. "Now I got girl cooties all over me."

She was starting to get up, working to hold back tears. "Now you're gonna cry. More girl cooties," Teddy said with a grin.

"No, I ain't," she said in a trembling voice as she drew hard, pulling the tears back inside her eyes. She pushed up off the snow.

"Crybaby girl cooties," Teddy taunted, and he rammed her with his shoulder and hip. Ha. Hockey check. She went down again.

"Leave me alone," she said in the shaky voice. "I mean it, that's two." This time she was up faster, bouncing kinda . . .

Two? Teddy laughed and shoved her again. "Loser," he taunted. It was one of his dad's favorite words. Then he blinked, surprised because this time she surged against him, kinda strong for a girl, and kept her footing. Doing this dance thing on the balls of her feet.

"That's three," she said, still moving away from him but her small fists swinging up; tight, compact miniature hammers. Red with cold.

"Oh, yeah?" Teddy sneered, opening his arms, palms out, elbows cocked to shove her again. As he charged forward, he realized she wasn't moving away anymore.


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Meet the Author

Chuck Logan is the author of eight novels, including After the Rain, Vapor Trail, Absolute Zero, and The Big Law. He is a veteran of the Vietnam War who lives in Stillwater, Minnesota, with his wife and daughter.

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Homefront 4.2 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 5 reviews.
Guest More than 1 year ago
This is the fourth installment I've read in the Phil Broker /Nina Price series and they keep getting stronger. As with most good series, as you get to know more about the characters, the more invested you become. This series has joined some of my favorites like Harry Bosch, Elvis Cole, Dave Robichaux and Charlie Parker on my personal all star team.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
It is really good. You should read
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
hope the movies faster then the book
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harstan More than 1 year ago
Nina Pryce is on medical leave from the army after a military operation left her shoulder torn up. She and her husband Phil Broker, former cop and undercover agent, along with their young daughter Kit try to put their family back together following the strain of too many deployments. As they celebrate their first relaxed Christmas in four years, Nina plunges in a deep depression. Phil takes her up to a remote home in Glacier Falls, Minnesota to recover................... Kit gets into a fight with the schoolyard bully Teddy Clump and his father tries to beat up Broker who takes him down. Cassie Clump demands an apology and a new shirt for Teddy; she has her brother Gator break into the Pryce home where he finds out that Broker was the undercover agent who fingered JoJo for running drugs. He was killed in a shootout and his father has a contract out for the agent. Gator and his girlfriend willing to turn Broker over to a hit man in the hopes that will help them gain a piece of the biggest meth factory running. A showdown is looming and it is almost a certainly that blood will flow on the streets................. When it comes to action thrillers, Chuck Logan is one of the best writes on the market today. His strength lies in his ability to create characters readers like and even more so he crafts villains the audience loves to hate. HOMEFRONT is a dark, gritty and suspense laden work that is reminiscent of the works of Jack Higgins and Les Sandiford with protagonists worthy of their own series.................... Harriet Klausner