Susan Wren and I have been together for seven books.  I managed to struggle from page one to the end, though at time I couldn’t figure out how Susan would unravel the mystery.

I cannot pretend that I enjoyed the process.  Writing it too difficult for me to use the word “enjoy.”  Somebody (probably somebody famous, but I don’t know who) said it is never fun to write, it is only fun to have written.  My feeling exactly.

It is fun to have written those seven books, and now it’s time for change.  Susan is embarking on a vacation.  She deserves one.  I get very anxious about change.  I don’t like it.  However, I’m working on my new character.

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Winner of St. Martin’s award for best traditional mystery.


Susan Wren, San Francisco cop transplanted to a small town in Kansas, can handle whatever is thrown at her in the city. Nothing prepared her for pigs loose on Main Street, a prize bull, agricultural intrigue, or the brutal weather. Ninety-five degrees with ninety-five per cent humidity. The bitter wind that sweeps down from Canada, building up force as it comes tearing across the prairie. In the city, crime is anonymous; in a small town, it touches everybody. Victim or villain, or both, is a friend, relative or neighbor. Small towns have secrets, sometimes secrets that everyone knows, but no one mentions to an outsider. She doesn’t like anything about the place, and definitely prefers asphalt to open prairie.



The body of Lynnelle is found in the isolated old house where she’s been living. Nobody admits to knowing her. Police Chief Susan Wren, a recent arrival from San Francisco and  still grieving over the death of her husband, finds her investigation hampered by local citizens who don’t like or trust outsiders. They don’t reveal information that might help.   Panic has them arming themselves for protection against a faceless danger. Susan tracks a cunning killer with street-smart persistence, knowing unless she moves fast, the killer will strike again.

“Strong plotting and a contemporary, vulnerable heroine… A writer to watch.”

Kirkus Reviews

“Weir’s careful prose makes this a tense thriller with a unique location.”

San Francisco Examiner



When Dorothy Barrington, the eldest of the four Barrington physicians, is shot, an eleven-year-old girl gets caught in the crossfire. For police chief Susan Wren, the investigation then turns into a personal mission. Former big city cop Wren begins the investigation with the victim’s family. She finds that beneath the façade of success and respect, the Barringtons are in turmoil. A Pandora’s box is opened that effects the entire community. In the center, Susan Wren, never quite accepted in her job as a woman and an outsider, has an urgent reason to find the killer.

“…keeps the tension level high, the heroine likeable, and the puzzle’s solution ingenious and believable… the best of the author’s outings so far.”

Kirkus Reviews



Hollywood comes to Hampstead; a movie is being filmed. On the very first day, a fatal accident befalls the stunt double for beautiful Laura Edwards. Was the accident meant for Laura?  As police chief Susan Wren investigates, she finds a multitude of motives to kill Laura. The film is running far over budget. The director is looking like a suspect, and so is Nick Logan, the actor Laura is having an affair with. Sheri Lloyd is envious and wanting Laura’s role. The cameras roll and the race is on as Susan searches for the truth before the killer can strike again.

“Plenty of red herrings and satisfying character and relationship building.”

Library Journal



Caley James has three children, no money, a derelict house, an irresponsible ex-husband, and the flu. Not only that, but it’s Christmas. When the furnace dies during the longest cold spell ever, she thinks things can’t get any worse. Then her youngest child finds the repairman’s body in the basement. The investigation into the death of Tim Holiday falls to police chief Susan Wren as her officers, one after another, become bedridden with the flu. Susan learns that no one knows Holiday, and later learns that he deliberately kept his identity a secret. Who was Holiday and why was he killed?

“Weir continues to entertain with her crisp, easygoing style, some intriguing characters, and a complex scenario that still holds up to close inspection.”

Kirkus Reviews



When the news came that the governor would kick off his campaign for the presidential nomination with a homecoming rally in Hampstead, police chief Susan Wren was not surprised that it brought together not only old friends, but also old enemies. They had all known one another when the world was a challenge; now the only one who still had stars in his eyes was the governor. The homecoming party is filled with anger, jealousy, and long-nursed animosities. In the cold stormy days that follow, Susan encounters tougher challenges than ever before as the emotions build to a firestorm. Danger rises on every side and in the center. Susan desperately ties to tamp down the flames and hopes that no bodies will be discovered when the smoke finally drifts away.

“(An) engaging drama set against a political campaign…Weir ably juggles a large cast of characters.”

Publishers Weekly



Police chief Susan Wren, in bed with the flu, struggles to keep up with the pile of work on the desk, deal with a troubled teenager, a delusional World War II veteran, and a rookie cop who needs to be fired before her inexperience gets someone killed. Nearly blind Cary Black is hiding from Mitch, her abusing police officer husband. The woman who promised to help her and offered her a place to stay has disappeared. Cary doesn’t know what to do. Mitch will stop at nothing to find her, and tracks her to Hampstead.

“In this seventh Susan Wren novel, Weir has captured the abject terror of women victims. She knows how to write a story so full of suspense and danger that it is impossible to put down until the last page is turned.”

Library Journal

Santa Monica is a place of amazing sunsets, spectacular scenery, great hotels, five star restaurants, perfect weather, great shopping, theaters and coffee shops. The rich live in million dollar mansions, and the cops wear plain clothes to blend into the scenery, a car worth less than a million is likely to be reported to them. Detective Maddie Martin lives in Mira Vista where a house is available for less than three million.

Rain hammered the roof of the car. She inched along the narrow road with nothing but darkness on both sides. She hadn’t seen her ex-husband in over three years. Why would he suddenly need her? To report a crime? He was a suspect in a crime and needed her help to prove his innocence? 

Greg? Nonsense. 

Inching along in the dark, she thought she was totally lost. A few more turns and she saw a large, sprawling, two-story house tucked beneath huge trees. A completely dark house. No lights. Not one inside, not one outside. A little worm of worry wiggled through her mind. 

She pulled up into the driveway and cut the headlights and the motor. The only sound was the splatter and splash of rain. People expecting a visitor turned on lights. At least an outside light. Why no lights? An oversight? 

Or a trap. 

Set up by her ex-husband? Come now. She grabbed the flashlight from the glove box, flicked it on and slid from the car. Rain pelted her as she sprinted up the brick path toward the house. It was a dark and stormy night—