1.5 stars.
I am very conflicted about this book. On one hand we have an interesting premise, a murder story well tied together, packed with action scenes, and a villain in disguise (okay, I had guessed the murderer because, going into this type of books, I always ask myself: which is the most unlikely killer amongst the characters? Bingo, you got the right person.)
But this book also portrays everything wrong in this kind of environment.
Doyle is an extremely unlikeable character. he uses violence to express any of his emotions, and uses his self-righteous "I'm a cop in NYC so everything I do is right and justified" as a shield for his actions. He is power-drunk and abuses of his fists and his gun to get his way. Supreme white male cop who abuses his power, just because he can... and then be called "one of the finest".
The misogyny was repulsive. Every. Single Woman. that is in this book, whether she is central to the story or not, is sexualised to a maximum. From the prostitute whose boobs want to escape her bra, to the 16-year-old in the nightclub whose "invitation is hard to refuse". he salivates on his boss' wife in front of his own wife, prefers concentrating on the hot nurse and how she reminds him of this girl 20 years ago who knew her way in the bedroom rather than think of his wife who is on the brink of death, and his kid who is missing!
But hey, Doyle is a good guy. He doesn't cheat on his wife! Best husband ever.
The only two women who are not hyper-sexualised are his wife (when that should be the one person where it would be understandable), and his ex-partner, but for her, it's a different story. She's crazy, and when she deescalate a situation where both are getting furious and ready to pounce on each other, good old Doyle " [wonders] whether he needs to call in an exorcist". Ah yes, I forgot. Women can't be mad at a guy who sexually harassed them for years. They have to be crazy. Anger is never justified, it's either the hormones, or an evil spirit that has taken hold of them.
But it's not just the misogyny. When Doyle is faced with a guy with a shotgun and goes trigger-happy to save his life, he says he understand those cops who shoot a man when they're scared for their lives. What are you saying, that killing black people at a hint of an imagined gun is okay because you're scared? When it is exactly these kind of situations cops should be trained to handle without murdering someone?
And then, better than the rest, Doyle compares his hotel room to a concentration camp. Ah no, excuse me, his hotel room doesn't have a Nazi guard to keep him company. Aushwitz must have been much better than a hotel room.
This book screams white male privilege, drunk on power, entitled, and yet to be pitied because he makes all the dumbest mistakes possible. Congrats Doyle, you're everything that is wrong in our society.