I liked this book less than the previous John Wells books, but not because the plot seems "smaller"--I actually liked that Wells isn't saving the entire world for once. The problem he's solving here seems to have a more realistic scale. Instead, I liked the plot, writing, and characterization less than in the previous books. Wells and Shafer communicate almost entirely by cell phone and nothing in this book advances the plot strand about maneuvering within the CIA. The plot also implies a conspiracy that's never really unraveled. One major character, Owen, gets a personality transplant midway through the book that could have been an interesting portrayal of how a retiring nerd chooses to become a leader, but isn't. Meanwhile, all the African characters talk in what sounds like Jamaican patois from a 90s movie, which is sort of understandable when they're communicating in English with Wells, but makes a lot less sense when they're having pages-long conversations with each other, presumably in languages they speak fluently.
Above all, I strongly disliked Berenson's portrayal of women--not ever his strong suit exactly, but not something any of the previous plots has lingered over much. In this book, there are three main female characters, two of whom drop out of the plot entirely: the comely kidnapping victim, the ugly but smart aid worker, and the savvy, sexy love interest. There is something deeply sexist about the reduction of these women into such stereotypes that is really beneath Berenson's previous level of work, and it's especially troubling when combined with the constant patter about rape in this book (which, just-so-coincidentally takes place in Africa). It would be one thing to have three characters of this type in the story--that would be fine in a page-turner like this. But Berenson doesn't use his narration to portray these women in any detail, instead he just flat-out says that Moss is plug-ugly in Wells's eyes. Rather than, you know, describing what her face looks like. None of the women--even the kidnapping victim who is a POV character--has anything resembling a mental life, at least, not one that extends to thoughts beyond her looks or effect on men. Gwen's inner monologue is patronizing and inane. It's hard for the reader to get really worried about this blow-up doll being in peril.
This goes on and on, page after page, and I ended the book liking both Wells and Berenson less than I did before reading it. I suppose this makes me sounds like a pissed-off feminist, but when this is the peek we get into the worldview of even a smart guy like Berenson, it seems there's a lot to be pissed off about.
This installment reads as though Berenson has a new editor, and that editor is Scott Thompson, the book's fratty jerk character. Since I actually have some faith in Berenson and actual-editor Neil Nyren, I'll hope for a better book next time.