Good GAWD this one was rough. So rough. I wanted to give it one star for being the disappointment that it was, but given how much I enjoy the writing style of these books, as well as Lassiter and Charlie as characters, I provided a second star out of the goodness of my heart. I almost hate how much I love those two characters as I feel like I'm being held hostage against my will.
This entry into the Lassiter series was just DREADFUL. So dreadful that around the 60% mark, (after falling asleep half a dozen times), I had to give myself a break from it and dove into another book to wake myself back up. The trick worked, and I finished the other book in about a day, then went back to finish this one after my mental boost. Thank goodness it's over. I'm hoping this is the worst one because while I still intend to keep going in this series, I don't want to go through any books like this one ever again.
While the writing was fine and still a win, (I sense that writing style will never be a complaint from me), it was the damn PLOT this time around that did me in. It started out fine and intriguing. Lassiter has a client confessing to a murder that he didn't commit, and naturally, he'd like to know why. Me too, for that matter. So things get going and I'm along for the ride. Lassiter does his lawyerly duties, trying to get to the bottom of things. Wasn't too fond of him YET AGAIN meeting someone who wants to jump his bones within one day of knowing him. Gotta tell ya, I really am not liking how easily he falls into that same rhythm with the women he meets. This is the 3rd book of the series for crying out loud. Can the guy not have a bit more self-respect with these women? He comes across as an easy lay and I hate thinking of him that way. Not even the excuse of "men will be men" is good enough. I just want him to think of himself of more worth than simply being a women's boy toy.
But I digress.
The plot chugs along all fine. But then, something significant happens. Something BIG. And when this big unexpected event happens, I was gobsmacked. I remember thinking, "REALLY?" I had no idea how the story was supposed to progress on after this event, since it essentially changed the entire pace already achieved. Worse yet, the story taking this particular turn had drastically obliterated my reason to care about what happens. I stuck it out of course, hoping that the pieces can be arranged into something new to hold my interest, but while something new did come, my interest didn't. Getting me to care again was never achieved. Because of this, I had to just drag, drag, DRAG myself through this book to get to the end. There was simply no more motivation.
The plot that it eventually became as the story clunked along was just garbage. Come on, art being stolen and countries feuding over said art? It was overly complicated and absolutely uncompelling to me. Sure there were some thrilling and suspenseful bits, but even those scenes felt completely awkward. They moved along sloppily and felt unimportant given how people respond to them. It's like running over a dog on the road and wanting to be moved or stirred by the carnage, but you instead drive on because you're late for an appointment. Suddenly, that moment doesn't feel significant like it should have. There was too much of that in this book, moments meant to be shocking and/or disturbing that just don't hold that power because characters have other things to do. I hated that.
At the end of the day, this was a Lassiter story that did NOT work for me. Despite the few entertaining moments, there was too much of stuff I didn't buy nor cared for at all. I hated the subject matter of the plot. Hated the path it took. Hated some character moments that reeked of predictability. This was a book that I was so happy had ended.