Seizure

If you take a ball of dough, and pull it in different directions, you will get an unshapely mass. Pull too much and you might get a piece of dough entirely disconnected from the main ball of dough.
This book is something like that. It has been pulled in too many directions, some plots seem absolutely unnecessary. I skipped through the whole mob part.
The characters are so stereotypical, that I can predict what the characters are going to say. Especially, Senator Butler, Tony and Daniel. On the other hand, the ending was totally unpredictable, it couldn't be more anticlimactic.
If nothing, atleast likable characters would've made me stick to the story, the way stupid TV series hook me. But no, the author managed to make characters lack emotion or character, that I couldn't care less. I flitted through the pages, trying to make sense, when my brain kept on telling me to move on. Sigh of relief on completion.
I have a toxic relationship with Robin Cook's books. I hate them, because they show both the sides and reveal the mystery(?) by half of the book. Now we have a bird's eye view of both sides playing stupid games, trying to get or escape the other, with a near death experience or something of the sort near the end. Yet I keep on finding his books somewhere. Doing the same thing, expecting different results. Hmph.