I am defiitely a fan of Cleo Coyle, as all who read this blog know. And, I love getting the pre-published books in the mail from her. It kind of makes me feel special. So: this overdue review is a way of saying a big, heatry THANKS for the joy she has brought to me -- and my houshold -- over the years sicne the founding of this blog. Hurrah -- billionaire's blend is up to the challenge! It was a good read -- which is more than a cliche -- and made me smile. How murer and mystery combine to make for joy is sometimes baffling (and definitely not true in the real world) but Coyle makes it happen.
It si kind of odd to say car bomb (early in the plot) plus Coyle (a pseudonym of course) equals joy, But, so its the claim that a stimulant (caffeine) plus a dandy espresso machine makes for joy. Both are true. And, given the complexities of the world economy around coffee (and other products) both are paradoxically true. As a strenger recently said to me when standing in line at a coffee joint, thank goodness prohibition only applied to booze -- and now to cigarettes. Please god, not coffee. And, I would add, please . . . not murder ysteries like those Coyle writes!