I liked it. I still liked it, so I did.

… the thing was… well… It was a lot more procedural detail—not that I'm opposed to procedural detail when it has significance to the plot—but not here. It was just detail for details' sake. And not a whole lot of action either. Much less mystery and appeal than I’ve become accustomed to from Chris Ewan—and he is one of my new faves in 2023. This tale wasn’t as intriguing as the first two of the series, but maybe it’s just that I’m not really one of these people to whom Las Vegas appeals. In any way. In any shape. At all. Ever. But it wasn't that, no, it was that the whole vibe of disappointed let-down after hyped anticipation. So, yeah, kind of like Vegas, after all...

I enjoyed the relational aspects that began to develop; that was a bonus.

The best I can say of this novel is that I’m looking forward to the next instalment. I do so like Chris Ewan's writing style—it’s sharp, witty, funny, self-deprecatingly pretentious, and full of snarky one-liners.

Listen, it wasn't his best in the series, but still a worthwhile quick read if you're sitting on a train or a plane for a few hours.

As always, Simon Vance is a bloody star on the audiobook narration. He's maybe a bit too old for me, but seriously: vibes.

Anyways, where is Charlie heading next...?