No Mercy? No Editing!
I was talked into reading this book by a colleague, partly because the author is my namesake, and partly out of curiosity to test his assertion that this is the worst novel he has ever read.
So - worst novel ever? Well, no - although it certainly has many flaws. The dialogue is strangely stilted, which gives Tweed and his colleagues an unbelievable quality from the outset. Nobody talks like that in real life. In addition, there seems to be little logical reasoning taking Tweed from one encounter to the next. He drives from one place to the next, seemingly at random, along roads which are named and described in tedious detail, to visit suspects who fail to answer his questions. He nevertheless deduces the reason for several grizzly deaths and averts a major terrorist incident.
It also struck me as odd that while Tweed and his colleagues are part of the official Intelligence Services of this country (and Tweed himself is on speaking terms with the Prime Minister) they don't always act as though they are on the side of the law. Having killed a man (in self defence) they don't have the body sent anywhere for official identification and disposal - they throw it down a drain to hide it! There are more examples, but I wouldn't want to spoil the end of the book for anyone.
Despite all these flaws I actually quite enjoyed reading this, if only for the fun of discussing the contradictions and unlikeliness of it all with others who have been subjected to it! As a casual read, and with forewarning of its shortcomings, it's really no worse than Dan Brown, for example.
The whole book has the feel of something that has not received any editing, but been rushed to the printer instead, knowing that there was an existing audience who would buy it regardless.
So, not a ringing endorsement of the book, but in terms of "so bad that it's good" you might just enjoy it.