A powerful Colombian cartel goes too far when they torture and kill a DEA agent. Tasked with dismantling their operation and taking out their leader, Mack Bolan heads to Cali with an unlikely ally—a convicted murderer known as the Witch. The former cocaine dealer has an ax to grind with the cartel's kingpin, and she's willing to go along with Bolan's plan as long as they avenge her sons' deaths in the process.
But sending the woman in as bait works too well. Outnumbered and outgunned, the two will need more than their combat skills to dodge the bullets. If they're going to survive this Colombian street war, they'll have to trust each other and work as a team, even when it seems the end is near. The cartel may fear the Witch's revenge, but the Executioner will make them dread justice.
Started off decent enough. A bit intriguing actually with the addition of La Brujah and what elements she could bring to the story. But pretty quickly it turned into a gun porn effort focused on forgettable skirmishes over and over. Bolan is invincible, we get it, but at least give him a worthy and intelligent adversary (s) and a sense that MAYBE he (or another ally) could just possibly suffer some damage. Bolan effortlessly bests 140 plus man armies here without so much as a wound. I read this on a plane to Vegas, so it went down smooth and easy, but for my time I've read much better Bolan outings.
As a writer, I grew up on a variety of action and thriller novels. Tom Clancy taught me the value of plotting and research. Robert Ludlum taught me the importance of painting a picture for the reader. David Mamet, while not known for action or thriller novels, taught me the snappiness of dialogue.
It was Don Pendleton's Executioner series that taught me how to write raw, visceral action. Though I encountered the series well after Pendleton had handed the series off to Gold Eagle's ghostwriters and some time after he had passed away, the tradition he set inspired others, and in turn inspired me.
Douglas P. Wojtowicz, who was a writer for the various Gold Eagle series for over a decade, was one of those inspired by Pendleton. I met him shortly before the publication of his first Executioner book, BLOOD TRADE. I remember how thrilled I was reading his work on the printed page after having read his Executioner fan fiction online. He saw something in the stories I penned, and actively took me under his wing to teach me the finer points of action thriller writing.
I would not be published today were it not for Doug.
Doug didn't just teach by instruction, though. He taught me through example. I own most of his Executioners, SuperBolans, and Stony Man novels.
Unfortunately, the market for Mack Bolan's niche has not sold as well as it has in previous years, and thus Gold Eagle has laid off many of the authors and reverted to an eBook only format with far more sporadic release dates. Thus, KILLPATH is Doug's final Executioner novel.
As far as Executioners go, it hits every note flawlessly: a reconnaissance mission turns into an in extremis hostage rescue mission which turns into the recovery of a tortured and murdered DEA agent's body. Bolan recruits Brunhilde Rojas, a former cocaine queen whose sons were murdered by a highly lethal Colombian drug cartel. He offers Rojas a chance at freedom, redemption, and safety for her last living son if she assists him in his Bolan blitz.
The following Bolan blitz is shorter than most, but is still very much kinetic and blood-slicked. It is everything that I enjoyed while reading Bolan novels as a teenager.
Doug Wojtowicz's Executioner swan song was a quick, enjoyable read.
As it says at the front of the books, special thanks and recognition for your contributions, Doug. I'm going to miss your Bolan prose.
This was a very by-the-numbers Bolan book. No suspense, not even any real conflict, since the bad guys never even get anything close to the upper hand. Gun porn at its finest , but that's as far as it goes. I've read many books by Douglas P Wojtowicz, and have come to expect much better from him. I mean no disrespect to him personally or as an author when I say this feels like he phoned it in. Disappointing, to say the least.