I had such hope for this series after reading and really liking Cross, the twelfth book in the series, but then I read Double Cross and I swear it has to be the worst Alex Cross book yet!
James Patterson, the master of reusing bad guys and never really wrapping up cases, brings back Cross’s old friend turned nemesis, Kyle Craig, who manages to escape from maximum security prison. But while Craig is alluding capture, Cross has another foe to battle. Some madman serial killer is wreaking havoc on the Washington DC area, and Cross, unable to leave police work behind for his new psychiatric practice, returns to the police force on part-time basis, teaming up with old buddy and partner Sampson, and latest girlfriend, who actually manages to retain her life by the novel’s close. Though I have hopes she’ll be offed in the next installment, as she’s not one of my favourite of the Cross women.
The novel is resplendent with the usual bizarre red herrings and go nowhere secondary plotlines, an incredibly boring villain and Cross’s usual, pulled out of his butt “ah ha” moments when all the clues magically come together for him at the eleventh hour. Needless to say, I did not enjoy reading this book, though I live in perpetual hope the next one will be better. I’m crazy optimistic like that.
Till next time, happy reading!
L 
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