This book looks at the glamorous and sensational detective agency, Private, which is run by ex-Marine and ex-CIA agent Jack Morgan. Private has branches in six countries and a flashy headquarters in L.A. Hey, the police go to Private for investigative help.
Early on in this novel, Jack is framed for the murder of his ex-girlfriend, Colleen. Two particularly malevolent LAPD homicide detectives want to see Jack convicted, even though Colleen was shot in Jack's bed with Jack's gun. Jack called 911 himself. The gun is easily found close to the crime scene. Jack vehemently proclaims his innocence. Would Jack, a top investigator, make it all so easy for the police? That is the question...
As if getting himself cleared is not challenging enough, Jack also investigates the theft of thirty million dollars worth of Oxycodone. The "victim" of this heist is a mobster. Why would Jack take on this explosive case? Another big question.
While all of the above swirls around, Jack and his crew hunt a serial killer who targets men who call an escort service. A prostitute shows up at the hotel room and the john ends up strangled to death.
Finally, a young movie star may be guilty of statutory rape and murder. Or maybe not. Private gets involved.
Add to this volatile mix Jack's evil twin who is determined to destroy Jack.
This is a classic James Patterson (writing with Maxine Paetro) "page turner." Nothing profound. Often superficial. Yet, there were enough bursts of excitement to keep me engaged.
It's the seventeenth work written or co-written by Patterson that I have reviewed for this site. I would put it somewhere in the middle.