I enjoyed James Carol’s Jefferson Winter novels. It was a guilty pleasure, I admit that. My life is not richer for having read them. So I had high hopes that I’d enjoy this techno-thriller, and for the first half of the book or so, I did. And then, for some reason, the author seemed to have run out of steam, there were no more secrets to be discovered, and the over-arching silliness of the whole thing became much more evident. The one good thing that came out of this book: it will diminish sales for smart homes devices.