Dog of the Afterworld by Leon Unruh

The book tells the story of a Russian assassin, Nikolai Fyodorov, who is sent to Kansas to influence a U.S. Senate race. In a state beset by industrial farming, extreme right-wing politics, and kidnappers who prey on young girls, he confronts the betrayal that led him into the assassin’s trade and the price he must pay for his family’s past. He must also escape the temptation of love that draws him toward his own death.

Dog of the Afterworld is a thriller, but there’s also mystery and romance in Nikolai’s search for redemption.

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