Barbaraannette Quinn loved her husband, Bobby, right up until the day he got in his truck, left their home in Cold Rock, Minnesota, and never returned. She has waited six years for him to walk back through her door, and now that she has hit the Powerball lottery, she’s willing to give a million dollars to anyone who can make that happen.

Bobby and his girlfriend, Phlox, decide that she will turn him in, collect the million bucks, and then they’ll both hightail it back to Arizona to live happily ever after. Unfortunately, everybody wants a piece of Bobby – including a pair of hulking good ole boys, who figure Bobby owes them, and a sociopathic pretty boy freshout of St. Cloud Correctional, who notices that Barbaraannette’s offer doesn’t require that Bobby arrive alive. Toss in a shy marathon-running banker, a lovestruck humanities professor, and Barbaraannette’s kleptomaniac mother, and things start getting a little hot in Cold Rock.

I’ve really started something, haven’t I? Barbaraannette says. What she has started is a crackpot criminal conspiracy in Pete Hautman’s funniest novel yet