Uncovering evidence of a series of suspicious murder convictions, Alex and Sampson are resolute in their determination to infiltrate the closed world of the military. But what exactly is the army attempting to hide? And do the mysterious symbols daubed on the house of the accused imply that there are more malevolent forces at play?
John Sampson and Alex Cross have been close since they were 10 years old. When Sampson requests Alex's assistance in investigating a case that led his friend to death row, Alex readily agrees. The duo encounters resistance as they delve into the military and try to understand why they are so hasty in condemning one of their own.
We follow the investigation into Sampson's old friend Sergeant Ellis Cooper, who has been accused and convicted of murdering three women and is now on death row. From the first few chapters, we learn what happened to the women, and the chapters alternate between Alex & Sampson and others involved in the case.
In terms of action, it begins with a revelation and then follows the progress of the investigation. The chapters are short and concise, which is Patterson's trademark. Some may dislike this, but I have always found it enjoyable. It means you can easily pick up and put down the book, especially when you are working or have other commitments and only have short periods of time to read. We gain more insight into Alex's character. In the previous book (I think, as I don't read them in order), he met Jamilla, and we see her character make a reappearance, along with more of Alex's family life. I do enjoy the Alex Cross books. Although this one had a bit less impact than the others I have read, I still found it enjoyable, and I would rate it 4/5.
"You want watch? Or go?" the man asked. His voice was surprisingly calm. "You free to go, Detective."The sudden appearance of this linguistic marker was rather jarring. Patterson avoids this kind of speech pattern for all but the most minor characters, making his work almost deliberately inoffensive. Oh, there are racial epithets and the occasional mention of ethnicity, but these are the literary equivalent of fast food, so you can't expect much depth. And there's no real reason why you should expect much. This isn't that kind of book. In terms of the plot, people kill people, and then more people are killed. Eventually, we find out that they started killing people during their Vietnam days. We learn this while they are... you guessed it... killing people. Taking on the theme of the American conflict in Vietnam at the beginning of the 21st century seems like a relatively safe literary choice, but Patterson does at least attempt to present the military in a somewhat balanced way. Sure, the focus is on the crazy Americans in that conflict, but there are also the occasional good guys who participated. It turns out that the good guys aren't always what they seem, but what can you say? "It was war" is a constant refrain in this book.... How well Patterson is able to portray the military mindset is highly questionable. I never served myself, but I find it very unlikely that anyone who served heroically and honorably would stand up in court and say, "I'm a war hero, for God's sake!" and then punch a district attorney (who, for all he knows, is just doing his job) in the face. There is a lot of clumsy dialogue in this book. So, if you're looking for a nuanced and thought-provoking read, you might want to keep looking. "What do you think?" my mother asked me before taking out the turkey. "These chapters are really short! Three... maybe four pages each. I think this is the kind of book you're only supposed to read in the bathroom or something." And that about sums it up. It's perfectly fine for what it is. And, after all, we live in a consumer culture that thrives on this kind of thin, overpriced stuff. Starbucks. Best Buy. Olive Garden. The $12 socks you buy at Macy's that you can get for $2.50 at TJ Maxx. It's that kind of thing, but meant for a flight from Dallas to Miami (you could probably read two or three on a flight from Los Angeles to New York) or your occasional visit to what my father used to grandly call The Library. And if you run out of toilet paper... $27.95 is a bit pricey. Get the paperback.