You might like this bizarro adventure in policing if you like your reality mixed with large amounts of fantasy, especially of comic book weight. However, if you are bothered by poor grammar and lapses in coherence, or the deaths of innocent conventioneers dismissed by the authorities as 'the corpse' and dragged by said authorities into the nearest broom closet never to be heard of again, you'll know what I mean when I pan it.
It's one thing for the villain to resort to such behavior but when the hero does it, that's a bridge too far. I hope the author settles with the estates of Wil Wheaton and Michael Dorn pre-emptively, too, as they could object to how they are portrayed here, even though obviously it's fiction. Hah ha, made you want to read it now, didn't I suckers?
I voluntarily reviewed this after receiving a free copy. For the more youthful of you, all the 'unicorn sex' is out of the frame of the narrative, only hinted at. But really, I maxed out my nerd tolerance well before the end.