I'm disappointed. I've been reading Mefford's books from the beginning. The first Alex Troutt book had me hooked - lives were disrupted; family members were murdered, and Troutt was dealing with amnesia and showing up for her people as a different human being. Neat! Smart! Fun! Mefford's other characters began to mix into that world in the series (notice how it's Troutt#8/Redemption #20?) and I began to be reminded of TV shows that spin off other series based on characters.
With this latest, the first few pages kick butt! They were so compelling I had to read through to get to the end and their resolution. And, I'm sorry to say, that 1) it came about in a very predictable manner, and 2) lacked the punch in the gut, tense nature of the opening pages. It had devolved from primal to predictable.
Then there's the matter of the story arcs that intersect this book. Again, like TV series and crossover episodes, we flip back and forth between two characters (Troutt and Ozzie Nowak) and I fond myself wishing it stayed with just one of them. Pick one, for crying out loud! The attempt at the writing gimmick came off as just that - a gimmick.
Look, I like Mefford's work. I'm planning to buy the follow up novels when they come out. But more and more, I'm reading authors following the TV series models, and it's beginning to grind. Series books have been around forever (Tom Swift, Tom Swift Junior, The Hard Boys, Nancy Drew, and so on); modern series include Dune, Anita Blake, and more. Frank Herbert's Dune series (and the follow on from his son Brian and Kevin Anderson gave us meaty volumes. You couldn't read them over night. They took time. Laurell K. Hamilton's Blake series began as shorter volumes and grew to larger ones. The lead time between their works expanded. Mefford, on the other hand, is churning them out. I, for one, wish he'd slow down and put more meat on his books' bones.