I read this directly after Private London (a much, much, much better read). Set against the backdrop of the London Olympics, and with James Patterson's usual fast paced, short-chaptered style, this should have been fast and fun. Instead, it's filled with the most ludicrous characters anyone ever thought of, with the most ill-conceived motivations and the end is just laugh out loud ridiculous. And how dare Mark Sullivan kill off Dan Carter from Private London? He's a thousand times better than the woefully one-dimensional Peter Knight in this sorry tale - a hero with so many cliches it's painful - a wife who died in childbirth delivering twins (one of each, of course), a distant, elegant Mother, a plucky sidekick - the whole shebang. And you will need a degree in mythology to get your head around the villains - I gave up trying to work out their motivations - I just wanted them all to die and shut up!!!