It's not a bad book, but it's not great literature by any stretch. But if amiable tough guy hitman can be a genre, then this is certainly a classic example of it. If the book is guilty of anything, it's of being too amiable, too colorful, a little too comic book like. Certainly, one feels the presence of Robert B. Parker's Classic friendly tough guy private-eye Spencer in every sentence in this book. But missing from Locke's work is a gritty realism that Spencer's world embodied. But that clearly isn't the intention here, but instead, escapist fun.