Runner Jane Whitefield might have the dullest fictional marriage in America. All she and hubby do is tell each other how much they love, love and love each other. Their relationship bogs now every book with them in it, but it sinks this one. Please, Thomas Perry, give the poor woman a divorce or read a little John Sanford. He married off Lucas Davenport with no ills effects.
It didn’t. Seven hours in I just had to stop. It was difficult not to keep reflecting on all the implausible plot elements or unrealistic character actions. If I had my credit to spend again it would not be here.
Not the worst book I've listened to, but certainly NOT a thriller. Painstaking attention to detail which I suppose is to take us away from the fact that nothing is happening.