Downloaded as a freebie from Amazon Prime on the strength of the blurb, which said it would appeal to Jack Reacher fans. Since my Jack Reacher gauge is getting close to E (I'm up to #21 now), I figured I'd better start branching out.
This was a disappointment, though. Although Jack Reacher is every bit the fantasy figure Seth Walker is, I believe in the one and not the other. "Takeoff" is too thin to be a real thriller. There's just not much here, and what there is is too far-fetched. The hero is far-fetched too, the James Bond of federal air marshals, vastly overqualified for his job. The child recording artist is a stereotype, as are the tattooed gang members.
The story should have ended with the first chapter, when six tattooed gang members with machine guns ambush Seth and Max at LAX, but Seth, alone and armed with only a handgun, kills four of them and escapes the remaining two. With one arm protectively wrapped around Max the whole time. In any scenario approximating real life, Seth and Max would have died in the initial exchange of fire, and it probably wouldn't have been an exchange since the gangbangers poured out of their SUVs with submachine guns drawn, while Seth had his thumb up his ass.
I nearly put the book down halfway though, when the author subjected me to a dogfight between two helicopters and a single-engined Cessna, with Seth firing on the helos through an open cabin window. He knocks 'em both out of the sky with the same handgun (or maybe a shotgun, which is even more implausible). But I hated to be a snob just because I'd been in a light plane before when Joseph Reid clearly hadn't, so I kept reading.
Tell you what, Seth Walker is damned incurious. Reid lays out clues and details for the reader, but unaccountably Seth misses them all. Within a page or two of meeting Max we know she's a druggie; Seth doesn't work it out until halfway through the novel. Another thing about Seth: every time he figures out who's the mastermind behind the plot to kill Max, he turns out to be wrong. Which doesn't get him or Max killed, though it should. Instead, Seth regroups, goes on to identify and confront the next mastermind, who turns out to be innocent, and on and on, several times in a row, sort of like the pre-commercial cliffhangers in TV action dramas.
In the end, when the real mastermind is identified and nailed, and little Brittney, sorry, Max, escapes the clutches of her addiction and becomes a happy well-adjusted teenaged girl again, you feel like you've just sat through a Hallmark made-for-TV movie; i.e., empty, deflated, unsatisfied, not believing you wasted your time on it. Jack Reacher never leaves me feeling that way.