I have enjoyed Carter's three previous thrillers featuring black lawyers & academics and richly drawn characters in a broad landscape. He should have stayed with a winning formula and an environment he knows but instead turned to the world of spies and financial fraud to write what he described as a "short, straightforward page turner". Would that it were!
The book opens with protagonist Beck DeForde driving to the deathbed of former CIA Director Jericho Ainsley, who had ruined his career fifteen years earlier as a result of a scandalous love affair with her at Princeton when she was a sophomore and he was a married professor. Carter attempts to establish an atmosphere of suspense with suspicious vans and helicopters hovering around Jericho's home, bodies of slaughtered animals left outside the door, the death of Ainsley's longtime caretaker under mysterious circumstances, and a multitude of visitors appearing at the door with motives unknown. Over this all hover Ainsley's two crone-like daughters (one of whom is a former interrogator for the CIA who is now an Episcopal nun) exuding a general atmosphere of hostility towards one and all. Ainsley claims to have secrets that powerful forces are prepared to kill to hide or steal, and he tries to enlist Beck to help him, although he can't quite get around to telling her what he wants her to do. There is also the strong belief by many of the characters that Ainsley is mentally ill and is making up the secrets he purports to have. As a set-up to a suspense story, this sounds fine, but after 93 pages and nine chapters I found myself screaming internally, "Okay, okay, so get on with it!" The pace is plodding.
When he does get on with it, the plot is thin, not very credible, and ultimately unsatisfying. The actions of many of the characters, including Beck, seem inadequately motivated, which makes them less interesting than in Carter's earlier books.
A good example of the lack of credibility occurs early in the book. Beck remembers an incident fifteen years earlier when three CIA security men invaded Jericho's home, apparently while he & Beck were making love, and dragged her off to be interrogated for an hour and a half, refusing to allow her to get dressed and asking her questions like the name of her fifth-grade Spanish teacher. I simply cannot believe this kind of thing would happen to current (or past) lovers of the former Director of the CIA (despite the fantasies of novelists and moviemakers), certainly not without SERIOUS provocation, and, if it had, said former director of the CIA would have assured that serious consequences would have followed. Beck also recalls unexpected visits from the CIA office of security for years after her relationship with Ainsley had stopped, including "once, they surprised her during lunch on a Caribbean cruise. Another time they showed up at a pub in Edinburgh". As a former federal employee, I am extremely skeptical that even CIA security officers have travel policies liberal enough to permit this kind of boondoggle without substantial justification.
Carter can write good thrillers. I hope in his next book he will return to his roots and write what he does well. Until then I would recommend you try one of his earlier works or find another diversion for your summer reading.