I have read many intriguing, enjoyable books by Baldacci and am now desperately yearning for those long-gone old novels. Sneaking suspicion this isn't DB. This has been one of the most plodding, boring novels I've ever read. It's taken a third of the book to say very little over and over. I've only read this far in the vain attempt to find an oasis in the desert. But I've decided to save myself and abandon ship before I die of boredom. Save yourself before it's too late, and don't repeat my mistake by attempting to read this sleep-inducer unless you are, of course, trying to sleep.