Sorry, Richard, I usually enjoy your books, but this is one of the worst novels I have read in a long time. The twists and turns and inane repetitions of chases and mysterious meetings and people getting killed just as they were going to reveal some useful bit of information grew tiresome very quickly, and the clunky dialogue, wooden characters and plethora of typos certainly didn’t help. Still, I stuck with it, hoping that the revelatory twist would make up for everything. Yet, when it came, I - like the beleaguered main character - was justifiably angry at its inanity.