Genevieve Sinclair was run over by a car four years ago, but the locals in Greenhill, South Dakota, are still on the edge over her murder. Sign painter Carl Wilcox, passing inoffensively through town, finds the boys who dated Gen ready to knock him down over her, and their fathers full of unsought advice about leaving well enough alone and not ruffling the wrong feathers. But a cop who wishes he'd been given a free hand from the beginning eggs Wilcox on to marathon sessions in the gossip mills of Greenhill and nearby Aberdeen, where he discovers that (1) the alibi Dewey Dutro gave favored suspect Rex Tobler for the night Gen was killed won't hold up; (2) Rex has another crack at an alibi--the married lady he was seeing in Aberdeen; and (3) the reason Wilcox hasn't been able to talk to Dewey Dutro himself is that the boy's buried in the married lady's backyard. He also discovers that, except for Officer Schoop, nobody in Greenhill wants to know what really happened to Gen Sinclair. Wilcox's fourth case (A Perfectly Proper Murder, 1993, etc.) evokes the prairie milieu of the 1930s as expertly as ever. Trying to disentangle the complicated he-said-she-said mystery, though, will leave you with a Great Depression of your own.