That loud thump you just heard was a copy of David Baldacci's Hour Game hitting the bottom of my waste bin with 162 pages (27%) yet unread. What can you say about a story in which EVERYBODY dies to no apparent purpose. David, why not just set off a suitcase bomb in the middle of Virginia? Everyone will disappear, including your work and all that tedious editing. I threw the book away upon realizing that I don't care about ANY of the characters therein - not the dull investigators, not the police, not the FBI, not the medical examiner, not the faux rich Capulets and Montegues, and especially not the perps. The text of this incredibly boring tome is annoyingly stilted and repetitive, as if written by a 9-year-old. The last book I thought was this "good" was a Grisham novel that had no ending. Duller than the proverbial box of rocks.