Robert Harris is always a good bet for a ripping good story, and this one is no different… until the last dozen or so pages.
At first, you believe you’re reading a historical mystery, until you begin to spot slight inaccuracies here. As I’d there. Then the word “plastic” shows up, followed by what is obviously an iPhone, and you realize, “Holy Mackerel! It’s a dystopian future!”
Then it becomes a wild ride that keeps building and building and building… and then the pace begins to get a bit forced, and sloppy.
The final few pages feel as if they were phoned in and I was left with the feeling of, “That’s IT?? That can’t be the end? Will there be a sequel?”
One can only hope.
