The Promise (Elvis Cole and Joe Pike Series #16)

The Promise (Elvis Cole and Joe Pike Series #16)

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by Robert Crais

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In the new suspense masterpiece from the #1 New York Times–bestselling series, Elvis Cole and Joe Pike team up with new heroes Scott James and his K-9 partner, Maggie.
Elvis Cole and Joe Pike keep their promises. Even if it could get them killed.
Elvis Cole is hired to find a woman who’s disappeared, a


In the new suspense masterpiece from the #1 New York Times–bestselling series, Elvis Cole and Joe Pike team up with new heroes Scott James and his K-9 partner, Maggie.
Elvis Cole and Joe Pike keep their promises. Even if it could get them killed.
Elvis Cole is hired to find a woman who’s disappeared, a seemingly ordinary case, until he learns the missing woman is an explosives expert and worked for a Defense Department contractor. Meanwhile, LAPD K-9 Officer Scott James and his patrol dog, Maggie, track a fugitive to a house filled with explosives—and a dead body. As the two cases intertwine, they all find themselves up against shadowy arms dealers and corrupt officials, and the very woman they promised to save may be the cause of their own deaths.

Editorial Reviews

From the Publisher
Praise for Suspect:

“Action-packed, deeply touching, and sure to be one of the best-written and most original crime novels of the year. Crais is one of the masters of modern crime fiction.” —Associated Press
“An exceptional novel. A rare hybrid—a first-class crime thriller and a story about love between two friends.” —The Huffington Post
Publishers Weekly
★ 09/21/2015
MWA Grandmaster Crais is at the top of his game in his 16th Elvis Cole novel (after 2012’s Taken). When the L.A. PI goes looking for chemical engineer Amy Breslyn, who has absconded with $460,000 from her company, Woodson Energy Solutions, he learns that Amy’s motive involves her journalist son, who died in a terrorist bombing in Nigeria 16 months earlier. The investigation takes Cole to a house in Echo Park crammed with explosives—a locale that also attracts LAPD K-9 officer Scott James and his German shepherd Maggie (the protagonists of 2013’s Suspect). At the house, a criminal mastermind eludes the team, but when the crook realizes that James can identify him, he determines to eliminate the K-9 officer. Meanwhile, the Major Crimes squad becomes suspicious of Cole, who calls on his partner, the ultracryptic Joe Pike, for help. Pike in turn enlists the talents of former Delta Force op Jon Stone, now a mercenary. The resolution of the complicated conspiracy is both clever and touching. Agent: Aaron Priest, Aaron M. Priest Literary Agency. (Nov.)
Library Journal
★ 11/01/2015
Master crime fiction writer Crais delivers another winner, teaming up PI Elvis Cole and Cole's partner, Joe Pike (Taken) with LAPD K-9 officer Scott James (introduced in Suspect) and his companion, a large German shepherd named Maggie. The plot centers on a dowdy chemical engineer, Amy Breslyn, who appears to be selling 400 kilos of a highly specialized plastic explosive to terrorists. Cole unknowingly stumbles into a crime scene involving Amy as a result of his being hired by someone to investigate an unrelated matter. Appearances can be deceiving, and it takes Cole, Pike, Scott, Maggie, the FBI, and a slew of others to eventually uncover the truth. Crais deftly avoids giving short shrift to his main players while providing a deeper and more sympathetic portrait of a particular series-recurring tough guy, Jon Stone. VERDICT For readers who long for character crossovers and unambiguous resolutions, this excellent thriller should fit the bill. A skillfully convoluted plot evolves ever so slowly and culminates in a satisfying finish that also successfully ties up multiple story lines. [See Prepub Alert, 6/1/14.]—Jeffrey W. Hunter, Royal Oak, MI
Kirkus Reviews
Los Angeles private investigator Elvis Cole is joined by K-9 cop Scott James and his battle-scarred German shepherd, Maggie, in the search for a woman out to avenge the killing of her son in a suicide bombing in Nigeria. The woman, Amy Breslyn, is a chemical production engineer working for the government who disappeared with $460,000 in company money and a newly purchased gun. Cole is directed to a bungalow in Echo Park, where James encounters him after a man is beaten to death inside, surrounded by a stash of munitions and explosives. We learn that Amy has infiltrated the arms-dealing culture hoping to get close to people who know the identity of her son's murderers. Persecuted by the LAPD, Cole and his taciturn partner, Joe Pike, slowly unravel bad information and false identities—helped by James reluctantly at first, since he's not sure Cole isn't dirty, and then wholeheartedly after attempts on the lives of both the K-9 officer and his Afghanistan-traumatized dog (introduced in the 2013 stand-alone Suspect). After 20 novels, Crais remains one of crime fiction's smartest and most effortless plotters. The story unfolds with supreme ease, energized by the enigmatic presence of mercenary Jon Stone. James' undying love for Maggie can be a bit much, as can Crais' decision to narrate a nightmare sequence from the dog's point of view. But the book speeds along at an agreeable clip, lifted by the author's command of the setting, and those military canines do deserve their plaudits. Not Crais' deepest or thorniest mystery but another solid outing with a host of involving characters.

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Penguin Publishing Group
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Elvis Cole and Joe Pike Series , #16
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5.40(w) x 7.60(h) x 1.10(d)

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CHAPTER 1: Mr. Rollins

The woman stood in the far corner of the dimly lit room, hiding in shadows like a fish in gray water. She was small, round,  and dumpy. The fringed leather jacket probably made her seem rounder,  but she’d never been a looker.  She reminded  Mr. Rollins of an overripe peach, and the peach was clearly afraid.
A steady rain fell from the overcast night. The dingy, one-bedroom bungalow west of Echo Park reeked of bleach and ammonia, but the windows  were closed, the shades were  down, and the doors were locked. A single yellow twenty-five-watt lamp provided the only light. The chemical smell gave Mr. Rollins  a headache, but he could not open the windows. They were screwed shut.
Rollins wasn’t his real name, but the man and the woman probably weren’t using their true names, either. Amy and Charles. Amy hadn’t  said three words since they arrived. Charles did the talking and Charles was getting impatient.
“How long does this take?”
The chemist’s answer was resentful.
“Two minutes,  dude. Relax. Science takes time.”
The chemist was a juiced-up, sleeved-out rock pile hunched over the coffee table. A hiker’s LED headlamp blazed on his forehead. He was heating the contents of a glass jar with a small torch while watching two meters  that looked like swollen  TV remotes. Rollins had found him cooking  meth  eight years ago and used him often.
Charles  was a trim man in his forties with neat brown hair and the tight build of a tennis player. Mr. Rollins had made three buys off Charles in the past year, and all had gone well. This was why Mr. Rollins let him bring the woman,  only now, seeing her, Rollins wondered why she wanted to come. She damned near pissed herself when Rol- lins searched her and made them put on the gloves. He made everyone who entered the house wear vinyl gloves. Rollins did not allow food or drinks. No one could chew gum or smoke cigarettes. The list was pretty long. Mr. Rollins had rules.
He smiled as he adjusted  his gloves.
“They make your hands sweat, don’t they, Amy? I know it’s a pain, but we’re almost finished.”
Charles answered for her.
“She’s fine. Tell your man to finish up so we can get out of here.” The chemist mumbled without looking up.
“Fuck off.”
Rollins smiled at Amy again and glanced at the round plastic container beside the chemist. It was filled with a material that looked like yogurt and felt like modeling clay.
“Where’d you get this?”
Charles stepped on her answer again. “I told you where we got it.”
Rollins considered pushing his pistol up Charles’s ass and popping a cap, but he did not let his feelings show.
“I’m just making conversation. Amy seems nervous.” Charles glanced at Amy.
“She’s fine.”
Amy’s voice was whisper-soft when she finally  spoke. “I made it.”
The chemist snorted. “Yeah. Right.”
Then the chemist sat up and gazed at Rollins.
“Whoever made it did a righteous job. It’s the real deal, brother.” Charles crossed his arms. Smug.
“You see?”
Rollins was impressed. The material in the Tupperware was not easy to come by. Charles claimed the woman had two hundred kilo- grams.
“What about tags?”
The chemist turned off the torch and unplugged the meters. “Ethylene test shows zero. I’ll know parts per million when I run a sample at home, but the stuff is clean, bro. No tags. Untraceable.” Rollins thanked the chemist, who packed his equipment into a green backpack and let himself out through the kitchen. A light win- ter shower pattered the roof.
Charles said, “So now what? Are we in business?” Rollins  sealed the lid on the Tupperware.
“The buyer will test it himself. If his results are the same, we’re golden.”
Amy spoke again and this time she sounded anxious.
“I’ll make more for the right buyer. I can make all they want.” Charles took her arm, trying to turn her away.
“Let’s see their money first.” Amy did not move.
“I have to meet them, you know. That’s a requirement.” “Not now.”
Charles steered her toward the front door like a shopping  cart. Rollins quickly stopped them.
“Back door, Charles. Never the front.”
Charles swung  the woman around and aimed her toward  the kitchen. After insisting she come, Charles couldn’t get her out of the house fast enough.
Rollins opened the back door and asked for their gloves. He gave Amy a gentle smile.
“Buyers don’t like to be met, but they’ll make an exception for you, Amy. I promise.”
She seemed ready to cry, but Charles pulled her out and they dis- appeared into the rain.
Rollins locked the kitchen door and hurried  to the front door, where he peered through  a peephole. When Charles and Amy reached the street, he returned to the kitchen and opened the back door to air the place out. The tiny backyard was dark and hidden from neighbors by overgrown bushes and a sprawling  avocado tree.
Rollins stood in the door breathing air that didn’t stink of ammo- nia and called his buyer.
“Good news.”
A coded way of saying the tests were positive. “Very good. I will send someone.”
“Tonight.” “Yes. Now.”
“You have the other things here, too. I’ve told you for a week to come get this stuff.”
“I am sending someone.” “I want it gone. All of it.” “He will take it.”
Rollins put the Tupperware in the bedroom with the other things and returned to the kitchen. He still wore his gloves and would wear them until he left. He took a one-liter spray bottle from beneath the sink and sprayed bleach on the kitchen counters and floor and door. He sprayed the coffee table where the chemist had done his work and the stool on which the chemist had sat. He sprayed the living room floor and the doorjamb between the kitchen and living room. Rollins believed the bleach would destroy the enzymes and oils left in fingerprints or spit and erase DNA evidence. He wasn’t convinced this was true, but it seemed sensible, so he bleached out the house whenever he used it.
When Mr. Rollins acquired the house, he made several changes to better serve his needs, like screwing shut the windows and installing peepholes. Nothing  fancy, nothing  expensive, and nothing  to attract the neighbors’ attention, none of whom knew him, had met him or, hopefully, seen him.  Rollins did only enough maintenance  to prevent the house from becoming an eyesore. He let people stay from time to time, never anyone he personally knew and only long enough so the neighbors would think the house was a rental.  Mr. Rollins had not built a fortress when he acquired the house, just a place of relative safety from which to do his crime.
Rollins put away the bleach, returned  to the living room, and turned off the lamp. He sat in the darkness, nose burning  as he lis- tened to the rain.
9:42 p.m.
2142 hours.
1742 Zulu Time.
Mr. Rollins hated to wait, but there was big money at stake if Charles and Amy were real. Rollins wondered if Charles beat her. He seemed like the type.  She seemed like the type, too. Rollins’s older sister married  a man who abused her for years until  Rollins  killed  him.
Rollins checked the time again.
Rollins put his pistol on the couch. He rested his hand on the gun, checked the time, and closed his eyes.
The rain stopped.
Someone knocked at the front door.
Rollins jerked to his feet and moved quickly into the kitchen. The buyer’s man would  never use the front door. That was a rule. Every- one used the back.
Rollins quietly  closed and locked the kitchen door as knocking came from the front.
Knock knock knock.
Rollins slipped off his shoes and hurried  to the front. Knock knock knock.
Mr. Rollins peered through  the peephole and saw an adult male in a dark rain shell. The hood was back and the unzipped shell exposed a loud patterned shirt. Average height, Anglo, dark hair. The man pressed the bell, but the bell didn’t work, so he knocked again.
Rollins  held his pistol  close as he watched.
The man waited a few seconds and finally  walked  away.
Rollins watched for another two minutes. Cars passed and a cou- ple went by huddled beneath an umbrella even though  the rain no longer fell. The world appeared normal,  but a siren wailed in the dis- tance. Rollins had a bad feeling.
Rollins phoned the buyer again.
“The person you sent, he knows to go to the back?” “Yes. Of course. He has been there before.”
“If you sent someone, he didn’t show.” “Hold on. I will find out.”
A second siren was screaming. Closer. The man’s voice returned.
“He should have been there. This is not right.” “I’m jammed up here, man. I want to leave.”
“Bring the material to me. Not here. Someone will meet you by
MacArthur Park, there on the northeast corner.”
Rollins felt a flash of anger, but kept his voice cool. Rollins had made a fortune  off this man and stood to make more.
“You know the rules, Eli. I’m not driving around with your things in my car. Come get this crap.”
Rollins was pocketing his phone when he heard a wet crunch in the yard and pounding on the back door.
Rollins hurried to the kitchen,  checked the peephole, and saw a face he recognized. Carlos, Caesar, something  like that. His eyes were bright and he was breathing hard when Rollins opened the door.
Rollins scratched gloves from his pocket. “Put on the gloves, you idiot.”
Carlos ignored the gloves and ran to the living room, trailing mud and grass. He peeked out the nearest window,  bare fingers touching the shade. A helicopter passed overhead  so low the little house shook. “Fuck your gloves. You hear that? The police are on me, bro. Ain’t this fuckin’ cool? I smoked their blue ass!”
The helicopter rumbled away, but circled the area.
Rollins felt a burst  of fear. Thoughts of mud, grass, and fingerprints on the shade vanished. He touched  aside the shade and saw a blazing searchlight sweep the next street.
“You brought the police.” Carlos turned away, laughing.
“I lost them, bro. I could be anywhere.”
Rollins felt as if his head were filling with angry maggots. The helicopter orbited overhead, lighting up the shades. The chop of the rotor moved away and slowly circled.
“How the fuck did this happen?”
“They made my face. I got warrants, y’know? Relax.”
Carlos flopped onto the couch, giggling, wired on adrenaline and chemicals. His muddy  shoes were on the cushions.
“They don’t know where I am. They gonna roll over us and keep right on rollin’.”
Rollins  gathered his thoughts. The house  was now lost. The goods in the bedroom were history. The mud and the grass no longer mattered. Rollins could not allow himself to be found here with the material in the bedroom and this giggling idiot on the couch. Rollins accepted these facts and the acceptance brought  calm.
The pistol was no good to him now. Rollins returned to the cabi- net where he kept the bleach and took out a rusted,  fourteen-inch pipe wrench. The wrench easily weighed three or four pounds.
Carlos was still stretched on the couch when Mr. Rollins went back to the living room. He strode directly to Carlos without  saying a word and brought the wrench down hard. He felt the head go on the first blow, but gave it two more. Rollins dropped the wrench and put on a fresh  pair of gloves. He pressed the pistol into Carlos’s hands, both hands so it would look like Carlos had handled the gun, and dropped it beside the wrench. If Rollins was picked up, he did not want a gun in his possession.
The helicopter  passed again. The shades flashed  into blinding white rectangles and once more filled with black.
Rollins trotted to the front door and looked through the peep- hole. A police officer  passed on the sidewalk  and another  spoke with people across the street. Rollins  closed his eyes. He took slow, mea- sured  breaths  as he counted to one hundred. He put his eye to the peephole again. The policemen were gone.
Rollins returned to the kitchen. He wore a dark sport coat and slacks. There would be blood splatter, but the blood would be difficult to see at night on the dark fabric. He had a nylon rain shell, but de- cided not to put it on. The sport coat was better. The police were looking for a young Latin guy in a black T-shirt,  not an older, well- dressed Anglo.  His car was several blocks away. If Rollins could get away from the house and beyond the police perimeter, he still might survive.
The light returned and slid away again.
Rollins moved in the moment of darkness. He opened the kitchen door, peeled off his gloves, and stepped out. A cop and a German shepherd were in the backyard. The dog was a deep-chested brute with angry eyes and fangs like daggers. The cop shouted as the dog charged.

What People are saying about this

From the Publisher
Praise for Suspect
“Action-packed, deeply touching, and sure to be one of the best-written and most original crime novels of the year. Crais is one of the masters of modern crime fiction.” —Associated Press
“An exceptional novel. A rare hybrid—a first-class crime thriller and a story about love between two friends.” —The Huffington Post

Meet the Author

Robert Crais is the author of many New York Times bestsellers, most recently Suspect and Taken. This is his twentieth novel. He lives in Los Angeles.

Brief Biography

Los Angeles, California
Date of Birth:
June 20, 1953
Place of Birth:
Baton Rouge, Louisiana
B.S., Louisiana State University, 1976; Clarion Writers Workshop at Michigan State University

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Promise 4.1 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 46 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I'm sad to finish this book, I really enjoyed it. Great story, love the crossover, love the story. Hope Mr. Crais doesn't take so long for his next one (even if it was worth the wait).
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
More, please!!!!?
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Can't wait until the next book in series comes out
Kittyb1 More than 1 year ago
One of his best yet!..... This book brings together all the exciting characters who make his novels exceptional. Joe, Jon, Scot and Maggie work with Elvis to stop a major terrorist threat, disguised as something else. Jon Stone is in the book more than usual, which is over the top gratifying with all his "magic". The way Mr. Crais writes about Maggie, as if she were speaking, is sometimes funny but most times affectionately protective. You'll love this book, even if you have never read any of the hard hitting Elvis Cole adventures before.
Anonymous 8 months ago
The Promise is the 16th novel in the continuing saga of LA private investigator Elvis Cole and his taciturn partner, Joe Pike. The premise has Pike hired to find the whereabouts of a missing chemical engineer who has disappeared with $460,000 of her company's money. His only lead is the name of an acquaintance of the embezzler's deceased son. Cole stakes out an address given to him by the missing woman's boss, and stumbles upon a murder instead. LAPD K9 officer Scott James is on the scene as the murder unfolds, and almost takes Cole down by accident. Their chance acquaintance leads to trouble for James and his German Shepherd dog Maggie, but he comes to trust Cole and they work their way through a very convoluted, but interesting plot together. I'm a longtime fan of Crais' Cole and Pike series, and the Promise is a very satisfying addition to their legacy. I enjoyed the presence of Scott James and Maggie, the heroes of 2013's Suspect, and also that of ex-Special Forces operator Jon Stone. He plays a vital part in unraveling the mystery of this suspected terrorist plot. I highly recommend The Promise, and hope to see a new volume in the series coming our way soon. Thanks Mr. Crais!
Miccox99 10 months ago
I've died and gone to heaven! The author has combined my two favorite series into a crossover book that has Office Scott James and his K9 partner Maggie, teaming up with Elvis Cole and Joe Pike! Humor and action combined to make for a thrilling mystery that needs to be untangled before a catastrophe of epic proportions can be blown sky high in California. Elvis and Joe are ex-military men who own and operate a private detective agency. They have been hired to find a missing chemist who is distraught over the death of her son at the hands of terrorists. Scott and Maggie are brought into the mix as they are chasing a felon with an arrest warrant when the two seemingly unrelated cases crash head first into one another and nothing is as it seems. I have read or listened to via audiotape all the books in both series and highly recommend that you do so as well if you like a good suspense story. The character development is complex and unique to each character which helps to bring the plot to life. While you could easily pick up this book and enjoy it, don't short yourself. Read both series!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Really enjoyed this latest book, and it was as good as I have come expect with all the books in this series. Didn't seem to have quite as many witty remarks from Elvis Cole, but enough to have me laugh out loud a few times. Love the addition of Maggie. Would highly recommend.
1dachsmom More than 1 year ago
Highly Recommend! One of my favorite authors. Don't miss this one!!
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Twink More than 1 year ago
Robert Crais is another author I pick up without bothering to see what the book is about. He's never disappointed me yet. The Promise is his latest book and it's the 16th book featuring private eye Elvis Cole and the enigmatic Joe Pike. But Crais really mixes it up this time, bringing in characters from other series. LAPD officer Scott James and his K9 partner Maggie and the also enigmatic Jon Stone make appearances. Elvis is hired to find a missing woman as her employer is quite worried - for a number of reasons. Elvis's initial search takes him to a house in LA's Echo Park - and lands him in a load of trouble. There's a dead guy in the house, along with a huge amount of explosives. And Elvis talked to the guy who left the house and disappeared. I always enjoy Elvis's sense of humour, snappy comebacks and his attitude. He's loyal to his customers, dogged and determined. Not always by the book, but he gets results. Joe Pike is the quiet one, the dangerous one and yes, the mysterious, kinda sexy one. Scott James is a bit of an innocent, but his loyalty to his dog makes for a great look at K9 policing. And as he's fairly new to readers, it's nice to get to know him a bit better. Jon Stone is a friend of Pike and I enjoy the glimpses we get to see of this mysterious man. (I think it's time for Jon to have a book of his own.) There's a fifth character and she has her own voice in The Promise. That's Maggie - the K9 officer. I have to tell you, I was sniffling during her chapters. (and then I went and hugged my dog) Although I enjoyed seeing so many favourite characters in one place, it ended up being a very busy book. Lots of POV's. It changed the tone and timbre of the book, giving Elvis less time and space to be, well, to be Elvis. And I always want more Pike. Mr. Rollins, the antagonist in the book, is also given a voice. So many POV's took away from the plot for me. But The Promise was still a good read for me. On the other hand, if you haven't sampled Crais' writing yet, this is a great book to meet his protagonists and choose what series to delve into next.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Mixing Cole, Pike, Scott, Maggie and super agent Jon Snow together created a first rate thriller. Nasty bad guys and a fast moving plot sealed the deal. I can hardly wait for the next book.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Another fabulous read from Crais. Deftly plotted; intricately drawn, likeable characters; with writing that possesses heart, soul and empathy. Crais' books read like a beautifully sung Aria. Not a note wrong or out of place. Hopefully he's hard at work on his next book. I will wait patiently.
colo48 More than 1 year ago
Very strong beginning of story which catches your interest. Convoluted plot, with lots of twists which take time to unfold. I like Elvis Cole, but the overwhelming fanatical commitment to the character of Amy, who no one really knew, was overdone. I like justice, and seeing the bad guys get their due, but this desire to save Amy at all cost stretched reality. Also Pike had little or nothing to do.
whiteoak More than 1 year ago
I loved this book, especially the ending. Thank you Jon. It was great reading about Scott and Maggie again, and their devotion to each other. And as always, Elvis and Joe take care of the bad guys and make us smile at their "quiet" friendship. OK Mr. Crais, I can hardly wait for the next one....2016 maybe?
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Loved it, so good. I have read all of Robert Crais's books and this one was one of his best. I didn't want it to end! Look forward to the next book.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Ive read all of Elvis and Joe novels. Ne ver get tired od those nguys
rosiescenario More than 1 year ago
IMHO, the best book to date from this talented author. Hoping Robert has Maggie involved in a few future works....great stuff!!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Love the humor!
Deb-Krenzer More than 1 year ago
Hooray!! Elvis is back!! This time, the author has taken his standalone characters, Scott James and Maggie, and paired them up with Elvis and Joe. I like it. I think they are a great addition to the team and I hope to see more of them. I just love Maggie and I'm not a dog lover. Although I do have Maggie's green tennis ball that I won at Murder by the Book on the author's last appearance! This book was a messed up story. Everybody is faking everybody out - well, the bad guys are. It's up to Elvis and his team to get to the bottom of it, once they finally figure out that they have been being lied to. As usual, the book held my total interest and I couldn't turn the pages fast enough. I just had to know. Then when they were trying to hurt Maggie, I was definitely screaming at the book! I would recommend a Robert Crais book to anyone. I have never read a bad one yet. And this is another that fits that bill. Sometimes, the characters are a little hard to keep up with because there are so many, but I think that's my problem. Definitely, go out and buy this, it's definitely a good read. Huge thanks to Penguin/Putnam and Net Galley for providing me with this free e-galley from one of my favorite authors in exchange for an honest review.
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