About this book:

In the sweltering summer of 1946, Arthur Pendelton is fighting a two-front war: the drought killing his Indiana farm, and the static haunting his shortwave radio. A veteran Signal Corps technician turned reluctant repairman, Arthur keeps his head down and his soldering iron hot—until a ghost signal rides the power lines into his barn. It isn't Morse. It isn't a broadcast. It's a machine pulse hot enough to melt vacuum tubes, followed by a cold voice reading grid coordinates that point to an abandoned limestone quarry five miles north.

When a man in a crisp grey suit steps from an unmarked military truck flashing fresh FCC credentials—and a shrapnel scar—Arthur realizes the "frequency leakage" they're hunting isn't coming from his equipment. It's coming from something buried deep in the rural grid, something that survived the war and went quiet. Now it's waking up, and the only man who can trace the signal is a broke farmer with a surplus receiver, a bum leg, and a target on his back.

Atmospheric, technically precise, and taut as a high-tension wire, *The Failing Farm's Radio Repairman* fuses postwar noir with Cold War paranoia. For readers who love the analog tension of *The Conversation* and the rural dread of *Winter's Bone*, this is a thriller built on vacuum tubes, copper wire, and the terrifying sound of something massive switching on in the dark.