After 28 damn books, I've come to a realization. Davenport is sly. I mean, I knew this. You can watch him work people to his advantage (really, to the case and victim's advantage - he's not a total asshole) and you know he's sly. He thinks things through and he works people in a way that most people wouldn't. I didn't really think about how sly he is without us knowing, until the end of this book. Sneaky, sneaky Davenport.
That might be one of the things I really love about Sandford's writing. He lays a lot out for you to absorb and process but holds certain things back. When the reveal happens, you flip back to the passage and realize, "Damn. He did do that.' Or maybe I'm just slow and I don't catch things anymore. Po-TAY-to. Po-TAH-to.
A rich psychopath is in the Senate and aiming for the White House (*cough cough*). We've met Taryn Grant before, and she just escaped Davenport's grip back in MN. Now, another Senator is nearly assassinated, and his companion (not his wife), is killed. He's pissed and pointing at Grant as the one pulling the trigger. Porter Smalls gets Davenport, now a U.S. Marshal, into DC to start investigating.
Things get hairy. Military gets involved. Arms deals, murders, etc. Everything that DC can throw at Davenport is being thrown. He doesn't so much solve the case as follow the trail of bodies piling up, but in the end, he finished what he came to DC to finish. God love this man.
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