Another notch in the capable hands of Charlie Fox.
Every book Zoë Sharp writes, pleases me. It becomes the rock upon which I rest all my hopes of some delicious late nights of reading. Consistent in delivering vein-chilling suspense, yet never predictable. Each new book launches out with a mind of its own, a personal mission to carve out a new territory of memorable locales.
In this adventure (and remember, not all adventures are fun, nor safe), Sharp explores what happens when bodyguards are actually stripped naked of things they usually rely on to do their jobs. Not just weapons, devices or technology -- but the sheer solitary danger of losing trust, cooperation and reliable human intel.
And in that sense, metaphorically naked Charlie must rely on her own wits, her ingenuity, her ability to assess risks and benefits. At the time when she must be the most hardened and effective, she finds herself the most vulnerable and at the mercy of her circumstances.
What Sharp excels at is the ability to put you in the action, and to make you associate with Charlie, to hold your breath while she takes fantastic chances and to feel her outrage, her dismay at injustice and her resolve to survive.
Don't just read this book. Read everything Sharp writes. I guarantee you will be neither bored nor disappointed. You might, however, need a defibrillator.