Cliche City *
First, as others have said, I felt duped by the fact that this book is advertised as an Alex Cross novel.
But beyond that this is a poorly written account of the south and the atrocities whites put on blacks. Using every cliche imaginable, from a mammie in a red handkerchief chasing chickens to the folksy discussion by Mark Twain, this is lazy writing at its best. The “almost hanging” of the main character pushes the envelope of believability.
There are no surprises here and the plot is completely predictable. James Patterson owes an apology to his fans.