I remember, years ago, when I would await the release of a new James Patterson novel. Nowadays, they are released monthly, and unfortunately the quality has suffered as a result. I haven’t picked up one of his books in years, but wanted to give one a try. Sadly, nothing has changed. Patterson makes a lot of money for his publisher, and I guess that’s what’s important to them

Twist after twist after twist up until and beyond the end. Declan Shaw is called to the apartment of famous true crime writer Denise Morrow as she discovers her dead husband. But the problem is Declan and his partner can’t decide if she’s innocent or she killed him herself. Roller coaster of a ride.