After my glowing review of Robert Crais' The Watchman, I thought perhaps I'd been a bit too hard on him for his last couple of books. Sometimes I start a book and I'm just not in the mood for that particular kind of book and can return to it later and enjoy it just fine. With that in mind I picked up a used paperback of The Forgotten Man, the Elvis Cole novel that precedes The Watchman, and read about half of it.
No, I was right the first time. It's not good at all. heh.