OK, apologies to Brett Battle fans in advance. I'd never heard of Brett Battles, had never read "The Cleaner", and was excited about adding a hot new thrill writer to my list. If I were to be charitable, I'd say that Battles and "The Deceived" is the funniest thriller/action parody since Maxwell Smart. Problem is, Battles is being dead serious in this melodramatic yawner of a "thriller" with all the depth and intelligence of a made-for-TV movie. The steely-eyed "cleaner", Jonathan Quinn, is about as believable - and intimidating - as Howdy Doody, while the dialog - even more flat and cardboard than the cast - makes that TV movie look like Hitchcock by comparison. It's forced, it's banal, and it's built on a themes so old that when told in stone tablet they were already feeling tired.
So our hero, Quinn, finds the body of an old pal and CIA operative, Steve Markoff, rotting in a shipping container that Quinn was dispatched to "clean-up". And clean up he does, but he's pissed, and in addition to avenging his dead bud, he at the same time will track down Markoff's missing girlfriend, obviously in danger as well. From that point on, a good portion of the book is consumed by pretty much everyone who crosses Quinn's path telling him to back off and forget Markoff, followed by Quinn's stoic response that runs something like "a man's got to do what a man's got to do." Over, and over, and over again. This tedium is broken by multiple competing teams of supposedly elite hit squads chasing Quinn down, but in their inability to pin down the undermanned Quinn, who we are told (again, repeatedly) is out of his element as a tracker (remember - he's only a "cleaner"), they come off looking less like Delta Force and more like a match between the Three Stooges and The Keystone Cops. Yeah, there's an explosion or two, some people get killed, a few more maimed, but the action serves only as a welcome diversion from the juvenile babbling between the characters. This is one of those books that you keep wishing will get better - that clever plot twists and good storytelling will trump flat characters and lame dialog - but trust me here - it only gets worse.
Look, I get no pleasure panning a book. I'd much rather be singing the praises of Ken Bruen's brutally violent poetic prose, of Danial Silva's headlines-brought-to life, Carl Hiaasen's caustic razor sharp wit, Duane Swiercynski's off-the-wall heroes and outrageously creative escapades, of Cormac McCathy's pathos ripped and twisted and reassembled, or James Lee Burke's moody and atmospheric, faintly supernatural, tales of the bayou. This is none of those - not even close - so take this as simply as a red flag - a warning not to be 'deceived" as I was hoping to find a new author with some chops and a hero to match.
Meanwhile, I'm still looking.