I have really enjoyed Harlan Coben’s books over the years. “Tell No One” and his Myron Bolitar books are classics with a number of twists and turns. Even his YA Mickey Bolitar series has been enjoyable.
This book, however, did not live up to his usual standard. The story is told from the point of view of a late thirties/early forties female NYC detective. The telling of the story from this point of view seems disingenuous and even chauvinistic, but not realistic. The female POV is not consistent and cliched in many spots.
He weaves a story about his main character’s father being killed in with the disappearance of her former fiance and the disappearance of several wealthy people via a dating web site into a single conclusion and it feels forced and predictable. The usual Coben twists and turns are not present. This one feels like he phoned it in.
Not every book from every author can be a winner. I am willing to read Coben’s next book to see if he rebounds from this effort. I truly hope that it is an improvement.
Only a mere two out of five pizzas for this author from whom I expect more.