This may be described as the thinking man's bestseller by others but for this thinking man, it requires just too much thought for the book to hold one's attention.
It's complicated. The kidnap of the singer/songwriter wife of a crooked LA deputy triggers a seek and kill operation by both the husband and his best friend, a genuinely honest lawman, taking them both into the depths of the Mexican jungle hideout of the Gulf Cartel head honcho.
Unfortunately, along the way, we pick up a myriad of extras, some with their own agenda in trying to locate the kidnappers, some just going along for the ride.
Money is no object, it is wafted around as though it were confetti. All the Mexican police are criminals in one way or another, there's a mad son of the kidnapper who serves no purpose other than to attempt to rape his new guest and then we come to the weird bit; the Mexican drug boss wants his life set to music and he wants the kidnapped wife to do the job, otherwise all must die.
Maybe it's me but I can't relate to songs unless I hear them performed so any sense of beauty in the way the song is created is way beyond me; it serves only to distract from the action aspect.
Added to all this are other characters who weave their way in and out of both the lives of the kidnappers and those who wish to rescue her. I just couldn't relate to any of them.
I have read this author's work before and I seem to remember enjoying the books but this one, well, it's different, but it's too different for me to enjoy it. There are many action scenes which seem only to serve as a medium for the author to describe how many bodies have been accumulated - on both sides. It's a mish-mash which doesn't commend itself to me, unfortunately.