I've said it before, and I'll say it again: I'm a sucker for a heist. And within the *prologue* Parish delivers a honey of a heist, with top of the line motorcycles ripping through the Las Vegas strip to steal a $7 million necklace from a jewelry store in a casino. I think you'll understand if I had high hopes for this one.
Unfortunately, it doesn't really deliver much heist-iness after that. Lead thief in the jewelry heist Alex is ready to call it quits on his career and settle into a new relationship with Diane (whose adult son's father turns out to be Alex's friend from a one-night stand 20-odd years ago), but as often happens, one last job comes up to pull him back into a life of crime. And this one involves a Mexican drug cartel that Alex DEFINITELY cannot say no to.
There's a lot of sex and drugs and violence in this book, which isn't necessarily bad in a book like this one, but it didn't leave much substance to make up for the problems of the book. Parish seemed to have a VERY loose reckoning of time, which my brain simply couldn't let go of as I read this book. How could a 20-something adult kid have parents that are in their mid-40s today, but met for that one-night-stand (that started in an Atlantic City bar, not a grade school) back in the 1980s? I mean, I know we all have trouble reconciling the fact that 1990 was 30 years ago, but c'mon... no editors caught that? If you can get past that, it's not a horrible book. But my brain couldn't get past the bad math.
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