On the back of this book it said that the plot was an ingenious copy of the Agatha Christie thriller "And then there were none", updated to a lonely valley in the American mid west.
Firstly, Agatha Christie wouldn't recognise the title of her book as it was published around 60 years ago under a very different title (Ten Little *******) until the Politically Correct Brigade changed it.
Secondly, the Agatha Christie Estate wouldn't be likely to sue the author for plagiarism either, because this muddled plot bears almost no resemblance to the original. The storm raging overhead is the most exciting part of the story, otherwise it's just a catalogue of motiveless killings around a roadhouse, with more loose ends left lying around than an unravelled sweater and the ending is very dull.
Another reviewer said it was more like Taggart, but the early Taggarts were far better than this book.
There was a chance to make a good book out of the original idea, but this never happened.