While shopping at a Mall in Washington state, a Canadian bus driver’s wife and two young sons are kidnapped. Back home in Canada, the bus driver is framed for killing them, even though he is a devoted and loving husband and father, never prone to violence, there are no bodies to prove a murder, and the alleged crime scene is covered in animal, not human, blood — as if such evidence could ever lead to his conviction for “killing” them. This is the comparatively realistic part of the story.
The remainder is as preposterous as it is exciting as our bus driver, aided by the best Indian sidekick since Tonto, discovers hidden reserves of courage, fortitude and adrenaline to find his family and overcome the small army of savage former US Marines, all skilled professional killers, who had taken them.
The author knows how to tell his story at a brisk clip without too many mistakes, though I don’t believe that Marines ever refer to themselves as “soldiers.” He also occasionally turns a clever phrase, like “it reminded him too much of too much.” It all unsurprisingly ends in an inevitably bloody battle as the unlikely hero claws, connives and kills his way to a predictable conclusion.
Not to overdo the bus driver’s background, but if you’re willing to suspend your disbelief you will enjoy the ride. Just picture Ralph Kramden channeling his inner Jack Reacher to fight a platoon of Rambos.