Well, at least it's only 150 pages.
Written by a former solicitor turned crown prosecutor, our protagonist Nick Dixon is a former solicitor turned cop, and he's awesome at both. He's fast-tracked up the police ranks and can insist on transferring wherever he likes. He's naturally awesome at climbing, watching movies, and being singularly unpleasant to his coworkers and acquaintances. He has one friend, who dies, so that Dixon has something to do in his off-hours.
So that we know Dixon has a softer side, he adopts an 8-month-old Staffordshire terrier, a dog who can mysteriously be left alone all day with no wee breaks and, when Dixon needs to brood (spoiler: that's often, as being a dick to everyone takes its toll) said puppy has no problem skipping a walk or playtime and just lying quietly at Dixon's side. In one instance during summer the puppy is fine being locked in the car for hours at a time. Sadly, the same cannot be said for Dixon, although I would be willing to see him locked in the trunk of a car for hours at a time.
The writing is pedestrian, notable mainly for the least suspenseful burglary raid in the history of burglary raids, and the dialogue is DOA. It consists only of what is said -- not how it's said or by whom. This means you have long pages of sentences in quotes with no indication of voice changes, subtle laughter, changes in intonation or body language.
The climbing is, however, accurate as heck. Hence one whole star.