I picked this up at an airport, and it was one of the worst books I have flipped through. It purports to be a mystery/psychological thriller, but it comes off like an unhappy medium between the plot in Seven Days In May and the characters in One Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest. The writing itself is a combination of disjointed emotional outbursts and political malapropisms (e.g., a senile President in 2020). Don't wait for the ending. There isn't any.