Once again, a big, far-fetched story by Cannell. This is why I continue to read his work. The stories are huge and impossibly improbable, but they're so much fun. I'm wondering if ever he will write me a book whose lead characters don't find romance and make love under the stars because they had finally found a reason to be something they weren't before. Blah, blah, blah. People who look good like to fuck each other. There doesn't have to be displaced romantic feelings and passionate embraces. Just let them fuck and be done with it. Not because someone needs to let go control of some part of his life. Whatever. These love scenes Cannell writes come in the mystery template he uses, and he only changes the names.
Other than that, I really didn't have that much problem with the book. Much better a story to support the same cause than Michael Crichton's Next. He actually built the characters up and gave you a story long before you saw the first product of trans-species genetic experimentation. And they were more well done I believe. Where Crichton's book read like a political rag, Cannell's reads like a drama. A thriller. Well done on this one, SC.
I wasn't as bothered this time by his overuse of the same phrases. His catch phrases seemed to keep to dialog, and his writing overall seems to have improved some. I'll give him a full extra star for that category here, over his last standalone novel.