I vowed after the last Dark Justice, never to read another Higgins/Dillon novel again; unfortunately I was given Without Mercy as a present.
Whereas I thought that previous Dillon novels couldn't get any more formulaic/predictable/dull, I was wrong, because now we have a Dillon novel, where the actual hero does less than his sidekicks.
The action (and I do use the term in it's loosest possible form) seems to be based solely on characters jumping on planes, drinking copious quantities of alcohol, and "bumping" into wholly unbelievable characters in wholly unbelievable locations.
Sound familiar? well it is, with the added bonus that our man Dillon does nothing more than rack up the air miles. To be honest, this storyline could have run without him, such is his total lack of bearing on the sequence of events.
The dialogue is it's usual victorian mishmash (just who on earth says "Damn you" these days?) and as with previous Higgins/Dillon novels, about the only suspense was generated, waiting for someone to say "Gadzooks" or "Have at you, you cad" (you get my drift)
This novel is best borrowed from the library