Definitely not as good as the first book in the series, but I believe I've read that even Sandford himself was pretty disappointed in this one. Lucas Davenport isn't any more likeable than he was the first time around. He's involved with (and sleeping with) the woman who had his baby, but spends a good part of the book lusting after, then sleeping with, a New York police colleague who's come to Minneapolis to assist on a case. The writing feels a bit more plodding this time, as well. Once again, Sandford alternates points of view - sometimes pretty rapidly, as in the climax of the book where we get Davenport's viewpoint on events that are happening, then switch to the antagonist's viewpoint on those same events we just read about. The "criminals" in this novel are a group of Indians, engaged in a series of politically-motivated killings, although their motivations are never made very clear. Sadly, this almost borders on racism. And when we follow the cops as they investigate, they never seem all that "good" either. Occasionally, digressions from the main plot pop up in the book, but they never seem to go anywhere. This is certainly a let-down in the series, but I expected that going in. Here's hoping that things improve from here on out. 'Cause judging by the first two books in the series, I'm not sure it's worth reading the next 25 or so.