This thing is written in English, yes, but I don’t get it at all.
Maybe I’d like it more if the two men ended up snogging. Vincent Spano is quite the dish here.
Finally, this incompetently done trilogy limps to a laughably bad end.
Easily the best book by the author to date, which means it is merely boring instead of aggravating and illogical.
Moral of the day: never let your imbecile, slow brother join you in a robbery, even if that imbecile knows ten thousand ways to skin a puppy.