Hurricane Reznick Smashes ThroughFormer Special Ops agent Jon Reznick has retired and found the only freelance job he's really fitted for is as an assassin. (it's sort of like being unemployed and becoming a writer but less complicated, I suppose) In the final moments of a job, he talks to the victim (never a good idea) and begins to have doubts.
In order to ensure that his doubts don't spoil his otherwise perfect record, someone kidnaps his daughter.
"Someone" made a very bad mistake.
Reznick, who really sort of reminds me of the Juggernaut from the old Spiderman comics, tucks the intended victim under his arm, and goes hunting. OK, he mostly tucks the guy in the trunk but the imagery was better the other way. Like the Incredible Hulk (I'm going with the Marvel Comics analogies and you can't stop me) he pummels people, cars, and small buildings all the way down the East coast on a steady diet of Dexadrine and coffee.
I do have to remark that this is an error on J.B.Turner's part. I know from personal experience that when you work past 72 hours straight, regardless of the amount of various chemicals you may use, you end up in the hospital. Yes, that ward where they lock the elevator.
But that's a minor quibble. Turner flips constantly between Reznick and the FBI team trying to bring him down. It's like the way The Wire portrayed both dealers and cops as tough people--just in different lines of work. The dialog is excellent and Turner describes Washington DC so accurately that I was thinking of having a cup of coffee with him until I learned he lives in England. (My novel, "Courier," and "Hard Road" are both published by Exhibit A)
It's a cliche to say "the action never stops" but in Hard Road, it really NEVER stops and the number of destroyed vehicles gets close to "Fast and Furious" levels. But it's all completely believable and totally engrossing. I read it straight through and enjoyed every page.
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