There were some instances where I thought it amaturish. Saying things like, "Then Well's told them of his plan," or "Was it any wonder Duto was so tired," idioms and "tricks" that took me out of the story and made me realize this was Berenson's second novel.
Still, it was good enough that I am looking forward to the next one. The ending seemed abrupt, almost too tidy, but sometimes that is necessary. In this case it seemed like I had read his outline for the book and it all tied together too conveniently. The last line was decent so I've pasted it below:
THEN, FROM ABOVE, THE GRINDING SOUND of metal on metal. Followed almost instantly by an enormous explosion, two hundred yards ahead, and a second even closer. Wells bowed his head as sizzling bits of metal crashed around him.
They’d collided. The wind shift had left the helicopters blind. In their eagerness to get the kill, they’d come too close. They had crashed into each other in the dark and gone down, both of them. This filthy cloud had saved his life. Wells lifted the engine out of the water and looked around, trying to orient himself in the dark, thick air. Distant helicopters behind him. Somewhere overhead, a jet.
And ahead, a voice. Amplified. American.
Calling his name.
He closed his eyes and lowered the engine into the water and steered for it.
Berenson, Alex - The Ghost War
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