Jack Higgins' Thunder Point

50 Years after World War II Hitler's deadly 'The Windsor Protocol' turns up. This document shouldn't be in wrong hands, so the British Brigadier Charles Ferguson calls upon a the smart criminal Sean Dillon, former Irish repulican army member (a very much hated orginization by the brittish) to retain it from the dangerous depths of thunder point. Henry Baker, the only man who seemed to knew were the location of the sunken sub holding the key to all information, was killed in a car accident, or that’s what people call it. And Now Max Santiago, A dangerous espanic version of Goldfinger, sends his hench-men out to get Baker’s foster Daughter, Jenny. Now it’s up to Dillon to stop the probably illeagal immargrant (who’s very rich for some odd reason)

This book is the opposite of a thriller, it's a snoozer. It's the first leathal sleeping drug in the form of a book. It's must be difficult to take two differnt as me characters in this book, and dull them down to the point where it's painful, tedious, and boring to keep reading. you can say that this is the paperback version of the ring, you read it and you DIE. Dun Dun Dun! The violence is sickening without being truly frightening. The actions of the characters make no sense (I'm inclined to blame the original author for this), there are loose ends all over the place. some random dudes come out of no where, literally Whoever wrote the book seems to have never had, or overheard, a normal conversation between two human beings, yes, even his wife. The dead space between the characters, the lack of any heat, feeling or sincerity in the delivery of what they’re trying to say makes the whole thing sound dumb, or more accurately, as if the characters called in their lines via phone, without being able to see each other.