Oh my. Maybe my Elvis days are waning or maybe this book just wasn't up to the others in the series. Nevertheless, Indigo Slam was pretty good, but around the last third of the book I found my mind wandering about what I was going to read next. Not a good sign for the book or me. What was it, my own concentration or the book?
Too many groups of bad guys, all with unique names, trying to keep them all separated with the reasons why they want to kill a family.
Glad I read it, glad I'm finished with it. Will wait patiently before I pick up the next Elvis, "The Greatest Detective in the World," as he states with amusement. What a kidder, that Elvis.