Very nearly a five except for some, oh really?, coincidences. This is an excellent example of the mystery/thriller genre which from the grabber of a first line,"I was eating eggs when I was arrested", it is a rollercoaster ride that just gets faster and twistier as the book goes. Fails the Bechdal test, but you read books like this for the testosterone blast and it is well supplied.You don't read this genre for beautiful prose but for Knight errant hero's, plot twists and masculine wish fulfillment. Looking back,I do agree with Kemper's criticisms, but I was swept along by the pace. I did read this in one afternoon while in bed with a bad cold, which may have dulled my critical falcuties, but I was also distracted from how miserable I was feeling. YMMV