This novel takes a thinly-fictionalized look at the cost of drug running on both sides of the border between the United States and Mexico. As a police procedural, it's entertaining, but as a thriller, it falls flat and sounds dated. Blackberry (the mobile phone company) gets a shout out, and the federal agents use flip phones. More to my point, the novel's protagonist is a young FBI agent still enamored with the allegedly sterling reputation of the Bureau as a premiere law enforcement agency, so you know the book was published before "Crossfire Hurricane" entered the American lexicon as a dirty tricks operation run by and through the FBI at the behest of powerful Democrats (2016 to 2019).
Another thing that strained credulity for me is that nearly all of the women in the book are beautiful. This would not have been a problem, but for the fact that we're talking about a small federal task force in El Paso, Texas. Locale and demographic not withstanding, the co-authors never miss an opportunity to gush over how pretty a National Security Agency analyst is. They're also quite enamored with a DEA babe, a U.S. Senator, and the young widow of a hapless "coyote" shot by his own organization.
While I appreciate pulchritude in the female form as much as any red-blooded man does, I'd like to think I'd write about it with gentlemanly restraint rather than trotting out adjectives like "beautiful" and "curvy" every time a woman enters the room.