I admit that I really do hate books in which the main character operates in a realm where the whole world provides nothing but two dimensional idiots to prove the hero’s super human worthiness. Making this “hero” female does nothing to enhance that shallow formula. I immediately got the impression that I would need to work harder at the usual “suspension of disbelief” associated with fiction. But there is nothing here that even briefly hooked me with the feeling it was “real”. (now that I am writing this, it occurs to me that the novel very well might translate into a good series of comic books) In this story the author appears to be writing about areas of the country she is not familiar with and it comes off sounding like clich?d text from a tourist book. Making the setting old Route 66 is a little too easy, and trite. And those “super hero surrounded by dummies” moments would be a little more tolerable if the points being made were at least thoughtful or imaginative. But not having a helicopter land in the middle of a gravel parking lot crime scene is not really brilliance to belabor. It is common sense that most readers already understand, let alone your average flatfoot. I did chuckle at elements like this through about half of the book, but I just could not finish it.