This book nearly didn’t make it past my hundred-page rule, whereby if I am not thoroughly engrossed in a book within the first 100 pages, I can stop reading it. It’s not that the book got any better the closer I got to page 100, but the cold snap that has blanketed the US this New Year’s Day has also hit southeast Texas. I was snuggled quite comfortably on my couch under some nice warm blankets with a cat happily purring on my chest, and I just couldn’t stand to leave my cozy nest to get another book, so I slogged through it, although in retrospect, I sincerely miss the 3.5 hours of my life I will never get back.
Okay, this book is just plain stupid. Given that it is the second John Lutz book I’ve read that is unbearably stupid, his next one better be a home run or he’s out of the game. Within the first few pages you have a little old lady killed by a bomb when she is inexplicably allowed to leave her escort in a car to toddle by herself into an old garden shed to pick up some kind of secret something she is leaving to her granddaughter. This despite the fact, that she is considered to know so many dangerous secrets about the Washington elite, that the head of a top, top secret shadow agency assigns his best “consultant” to drive her there because of concerns about the woman’s safety.
Despite the concerns, when the old lady announces that she will go into the shed alone, this supposed brilliant intelligence “consultant” lets her go off, pushing her walker into oblivion. After the dust settles, this consultant and the old lady’s beautiful granddaughter, who happens to be an NSA agent, decide they need to go to Hawaii, from whence Grandma came to see if they can solve the riddle of this mysterious bequest, which was blown to bits along with Grandma.
Ultra-Security Dude exercises all kinds of precautions on the flight to Hawaii—arriving at the airport separately from NSA Eye Candy, sitting in Tourist while she sits in First Class, although they meet up outside the bathroom and settle down into some empty seats in Tourist for a lovely tête-à-tête before splitting up to head to their respective seats before the plane lands lest anyone see them together and get suspicious. Their ruse continues as they each take separate rental cars, Dude to do some investigating and Eye Candy to check into the hotel and THEN do some investigating. When she leaves the hotel, she deliberately and inexplicably decides to leave her phone behind. She ignores a car that is blatantly following her and is totally NOT suspicious when she returns to her car after a short excursion and finds it unlocked. Even when she gets into the car and finds the glove compartment open, she is not alarmed.
Of course, she ends up in trouble at the side of the road when the person who is following her, who seems to be the only competent person in the entire book, pulls up behind her parked car when she gets out to look at a road sign. She is so spooked that she runs into the Hawaiian jungle, pursued by the stranger who may not be as competent as I thought, because after she falls into a raging stream and is swept down river, he drops the chase and disappears. She manages to grab a low-hanging branch and pull herself out of the stream and makes her way back to her car. Amazingly, she managed to keep ahold of her purse during her entire jungle and shooting the rapids experience.
I’m sorry to have to tell you that the book goes downhill from there. The actual secret that Grandma hid for more than 50 years ended up being as dumb as the people in this book. However, since I know how much people hate spoilers, I won’t bore you with the details. My strong advice to you is to find a better way to occupy three hours of your time than trying to get through this book. Otherwise you will surely regret it.