CHASING JACK is sort of a twenty-first century version of commedia dell’arte, except that a lot more people get shot in the face. The author seems determined to make every character as uninteresting as possible- the stock characters barely even have names. The putative hero, no lie, is “Jack Jones,” and the very ordinariness of that name is a key plot point. There’s an Irish cop named Murphy. There’s a big dumb guy named Lennie. I kid you not.
The challenge of writing commedia dell’arte in the twenty-first century is not the lack of stock characters; there’s an abundance of those. It’s figuring out anything unusual or different for them to do, and CHASING JACK can’t pull that off, either.
All that saves this is pacing, that, and the occasional light moment. Certainly readable, but utterly forgettable.