Welcome to the 90s of page turner fiction. The women protagonists are capable women of business, and are gorgeous and want both a career and to have the hero pay attention to them, dang it. The people who are wealthy and powerful all have disgraceful secrets (the better for blackmail). And everyone, when they need to be, is really handy with firearms, and has a good friend in the secret services.
The plot is nonsense involving terrorists, government officials up to no good in an election year, and a Rube Goldberg of a plot that, for reasons that remain obscure to me, required the participation of our hero and then the killing of our hero. (Something about an investment fund being set up to help out with a terrorist attack actually supported by government officials)
It’s 100, 150 pages too long. But the ending is good, the central mystery on who the big bad guy really is maintained well, and the Wall Street business stuff rings true. Enter the 90s at your own risk, but know that I got out alive and not overly offended, and so will you.