I have to say, I was so excited for a new summer Patterson read. I scooped it up, tore into it, loving the feeling of familiar with the style, short chapters, different voices, loving it. There was, however, an unsettling feeling throughout this book, that I hadn't felt before. Come to the end of the book, and I now I know it's my subconcious telling me to RUN DUMMY, RUN. The ending was. . . . just distasteful. The book was better, deserved better that that. So. Here I am, with a book I've been so excited to share with my friends this summer and all I have to say is FLOP. To each their own. I still love the writer but this one seemed rushed, flimsy. Next time you throw us a bone, give us some meat, eh?