FBI Agent Dillon Savich and Lacey Sherlock must discover whether Savich's sister's car crash was a suicide attempt, or a murder conspiracy to gain her extremely valuable paintings.
There’s fiction and then there’s Catherine Coulter’s ridiculous attempts at fiction. This book, albeit better than Riptide, had too many storylines that never meshed, defying logic. The characters had no depth, and her heroes always have blue or green eyes, and the villains are described so stereotypically, either short, squat mafia types or Snidely Whiplash, the Dudley DoRight villain. And, as always, the hero falls in love with the damsel in distress, and she falls in love with him. Same stuff, different names, locations, and times. And, of course, her classic contrived endings...
Having said all of this, I guess it’s obvious that I don’t recommend this book. Pure nonsense. I’m done reading her books.
Ms. Coulter's husband and wife FBI team seemed a bit shallow and stale in this novel where they assumed a somewhat secondary role. The romance between two other characters was highly improbable given the female's recently failed marriage and associated trauma, and the instantaneous transgenderism and ability to summon "ghouls" for evil acts by another central character was just plain ridiculous. I think the author, of whom I have been a fan, needs to return to her traditional mystery-telling roots and leave a hodgepodge such as this to lesser writers.
This addition to the FBI series has gone a bit over the edge relative to reality. I don't do SciFi and this one is over that edge.