Unlike most reviewers, I wasn't a huge fan of Zeltserman's debut (Small Crimes) -- or rather, I found it kind of so-so, trying a little too hard to hit all the noir touchpoints. I got sent his next books (Pariah and Killer) but since I hadn't really enjoyed his first, couldn't be bothered to pick either up. But I've for a weakness for heist stories, so when I was sent this fourth book, I was intrigued enough to give it thirty pages to suck me in. As in Small Crimes, we meet a middle-aged family man who's in a bad spot and feels like he has to take desperate measures to survive. In this case, the guy is an unemployed computer programmer whose career has foundered on the shoals of IT overseas outsourcing and thinly veiled age discrimination. But the real problem is that he has no health insurance and a rapidly deteriorating eye condition that will leave him blind inside a year if left untreated.
Facing a mounting pile of bills and blindness, he gets together with former colleagues and cooks up a perfect plan to rob a bank. Alas, as all good crooks know, the plan is only as good as the people executing it. And unfortunately, his team of unemployed IT dudes is pretty shaky: there's a compound-dwelling libertarian gun nut, a socially maladjusted fat dude who creeps women out, and then an even more shady friend of a friend is added at the last moment. Naturally, things don't go quite as planned, and naturally, some people get killed in what was supposed to be a totally victimless crime. Things only proceed to get even more pear-shaped, as a Russian gangster, the Italian mob, the local cops, and the FBI all attempt to figure out who pulled off the heist.
Just as in Small Crimes, the book's biggest strength is the author's ability to get into the protagonist's head and show his guilt over lying to his wife and the fear that his formerly middle-class family will implode. The desperation that drives the action is palpable and it's hard not to imagine oneself in the protagonist's shoes. However, other elements, such as the Russian mobsters and the ruthless libertarian, are too over the top and tonally different from the protagonist's plight to work. The climax is a microcosm of what's wrong with the book: a rapidly mounting body count and action-movie antics juxtaposed with an emotionally resonant and realistically bleak final scene.