If one can overlook that the main character is indecisive, obtuse and sometimes stupid, there are two salient problems with this series and this book.

1. There’s no continuity. Mr. Adair whimsically changes how characters behave and think just to advance the desired plot or to attempt a joke. For instance, in book one a whole chapter was dedicated to explaining what type of porn the main character watches. In this book three, they joke about him watching a completely different type of porn, one completely out of character.

2. In this series Mr. Adair expects us to believe that cops are burning people alive, torturing them with slow one-minute deaths in fire, in front of everyone, daily, in neighborhoods with people watching. We know what type of riots ensue just from cops getting caught beating up a suspect on film, and we’re supposed to believe there wouldn’t be outright revolution if the cops torture to death children, old men and relatives on a daily basis in public? This is beyond absurd. No. Simply no way.

This said, if you can ignore all the above flaws, there are worse books. This is a mildly amusing book though not worth rewinding if you fall asleep here and there.