Thriller

Brad Thor has done it again. Another fabulous thriller with Scot Harvath. I am looking forward to each new novel in the series and enjoy the fact that Mr. Thor describes the surroundings so well, that i want to travel there myself and see. With this current installment playing mostly in Boston, I think i am putting Boston on my travel list. Good Job Mr. Thor. I am looking forward to more adventures ( )

Scot Harvath and his boss, Reed Carlton, are hired by the Federal Reserve when all five members of the short list of candidates for the top job are kidnapped in one evening. Harvath is sent to Boston when the second turns up dead, and the killings seem to be seeped in the Sons of Liberty. Scot joins forces with Boston detective Lara Cordero, but seem to be one step behind. Meanwhile, a CIA operative is approached by a Jordanian spy asking about a disbanded "dark op" group, which is destabilizing Middle East countries. The two investigations come together as the killer(s) are run by the same CIA sociopath. ( )

He has done it again. Scot Harvath is once again thrust into action that at times seems far too real. This is a great read and it holds to the same high standards of Brad Thor action/thrillers. ( )

Meaning no disrespect, but this is politico-patriot-porn for HS-level adult readers.
It reads like the transcript of a direct-to-video movie with an embedded arms catalog.
I understand the genre is very popular, but I like a bit more subtlety in my mayhem; and, although I support the unabashed American patriotism, I don't subscribe to the radical whatever-we-do-is-right-cause-we're-the-good-guys stance of Harvath and his associates.
However, I'm reluctant to paint all of the plot as unfounded fiction anymore; had I read it in 2013 maybe so, but after the recent reveals on the machinations of the CIA, DOJ, FBI, et al. -- not so much. What seems too incredible to credit apparently is business as usual.
One particular point of bad tradecraft, aside from the genre-typical last-minute-saves and odd coincidences: there is no plausible scenario in which Sal would have been on the Fed's private plane himself to receive the souvenier toy, nor would a legitimate passenger have any reason to give him one; I suppose Durkin is assumed, but he would not bother with them. However, salting the plot with the attendant's phone number was a good gad, thought I doubt she would have given away private info to a one-meeting stud-muffin. ( )