If I had a dollar for every time I rolled my eyes, I would be rich. Let’s start with Cordell; he was part of a super-secret military team of assassins. He’s a handsome, fit, a total smart ass, overall badass, and a sexist pig. Oh, and he’s now a Buddhist. He checks every box of the stereotypical “hero” typically found in zombie novels. His ex-wife Savanah is a beautiful former model who goes from being a damsel in distress to a vicious bitch in seconds. There are other secondary characters full of every stereotype imaginable. A young, good/trusting cop, an older, cranky/untrusting cop, a Jewish, wisecracking old landlady who wears spandex and cooks, a super-rich father-in-law, a shady foreign business partner, etc. Now, the story is Cordell is just a flight instructor, not a retired cop or even a PI, yet everyone gives him all the information he could need. He interviews people, goes to crime scenes, and has shoot-outs and car chases. There are even explosions. He solves the case like a detective, and everyone goes along. I know this is a work of fiction, but it was WAY too unrealistic for me.