Well, this book was weird. It’s not usually what I get when I read a Jeffrey Deaver. I’m use to his character Lincoln Rhymes and the odd ways he figures crimes out and the giant mystery ending that always leaves me being like,”What in the Hell?! That was awesome!”
The ending was still like that, but I was more relieved that it was over and I could move on to another book. It wasn’t boring, per se, but it just wasn’t what I wanted it to be. Sure, there were gunfights and plenty of mystery, but I wasn’t really into the whole fire/pyro part of it that was the main focus of the book besides being about Hell’s Kitchen and a tenement building that started it all.
It was good, but it’s not the greatest of his books from what I’ve read.