My rating: 2 of 5 stars
I can’t say that any of the Gabriel Hunt series is high literature. They are pretty much modern day pulp fiction, the literary equivalent of pixie sticks. In spite of that, most of the series have been enjoyable to read, except this one.
For one reason or another, I just could not get into this book. I’m not sure if it was the writing style this time around, or if it was because it seemed more focused on a Mack Bolan/Executioner anti-mob plot than the previous globe trotting adventures. Regardless, I found it to be the weakest of the series that I have read so far.