Jack Slater has a way of getting under my skin. His novels sometimes give me the impression that I've been researching a story and somehow came across a contact for a guy I'd rather not know too well. A guy who travels for his job and frequently tests his skillset against others. Like one of those extreme athletes fighting the clock and his own sense of self preservation to complete a 100 mile run. In "The Apparatus" Slater presents a scenario that could have been plucked from the headlines. A couple of cartels go to war. Slater, like a journalist, draws the stories from the leaders of both, telling it from their perspectives. In this case, one cartel leader gets rescued from prison (reminding me of Charles Bronson in "Breakout" but just a little. The other cartel boss suffers one hit on his operation after another. Then U.S. attorneys are killed on live television. But this is not just another drug war spilling onto American territory. Slater weaves something more akin to reality. Nothing is as it appears. While protagonist and CIA operative Jason Trapp plays a lead role, he's less the focus in the novel. Slater tells quite a bit of the narrative through the cartel leaders and a Mexican special forces operative, giving readers of "The Apparatus" rare insight into the sprawling impact of an international incident that just happens to be fictional. And this gets me back to my initial point. Sometimes I just had to put this book down. Stop reading. It stressed me out. Whether that was Slater's intent, I don't know. But many of the situations seemed very real, often switching the silicon chip in my head to overload. I didn't want the intensity to end.