Patrick Bowers is a goody-two-shoes who works as a geo profiler for the FBI. Yes, forget all this stuff about motives, for him it's time and location which matter. He's feeling bereft at the death of his wife of half a year, but not so much that it stops him from developing feelings for a female profiler. He neglects his bristly teenage step-daughter and has difficulties connecting with her, yet is convinced he loves her. Why he should have any strong feelings for a person he has only known for about a year or so and then as an appendage only to the woman he loved is beyond me. And if he has, he has a strange way of showing it. Which hits the main problem I had with this book on the head: telling and showing differ too much to feel consistent. I don't buy the main character, neither his emotions nor his motifs. It all feels very constructed and artificial to me, like the author has been working through a check-list of "What has been done to death already?" and finding little variations on the theme, but sadly not enough to be truly original. The killers are tortured souls with troubled pasts etc.pp. - nothing new on this front either. The elaborate plan set in motion to achieve one killer's revenge against high-ranking government officials again feels very constructed and falls straight into the category of "could never work in real live because most people don't react as you predict" and I just couldn't suspend my disbelief enough to really go with the flow of the story. It all ends in a finale meant to be hair-risingly exciting - which it could be on screen, perhaps - if the reader wouldn't get lost in climbing mumbo-jumbo and a highly unlikely scenario which they of course all overcome to live and fight crime another day. *yawn*