Flashmob by Christopher Farnsworth
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Christopher Farnsworth
William Morrow
July 11, 2017

As a fixer for America’s one percent, John Smith cleans up the messes of those rich enough to afford him. But he’s no ordinary gun for hire. Smith is a man of rare gifts, including the ability to read minds. At the wedding of a reality-television celebrity he recently saved from kidnappers, Smith witnesses a group of gunmen open fire, hitting the bride and some of the guests. Though he’s unarmed, Smith cripples one of the killers and is able to pry one word from his mind: “Downvote.”

Eager to learn more, Smith hacks into the brain of an FBI agent to discover that the Bureau has been investigating a nefarious new threat called Downvote, an encrypted site on the Dark Net that lists the names of celebrities and offers a hefty bounty for anyone who can kill them—unleashing an anonymous and deadly flashmob with a keystroke.

Finding a mastermind on the Internet is like trying to catch air—unless you’re John Smith. Motivated by money and revenge, he traces a series of electronic signatures to a reclusive billionaire living at sea and accompanied by a scary-smart bodyguard, Sara Fitch, who later becomes Smith’s partner in his quest. The hunt for their prey takes the pair from Hong Kong to Reykjavík to a luxury gambling resort deep in the Laotian jungle. Yet this criminal mastermind always remains one step ahead.

Still, Downvote’s creator realizes that the only way to stop Smith is to kill him . . . because while this diabolical genius can run, there’s no hiding from a man who can read minds.

Chris Farnsworth’s second John Smith novel is more intense and perfectly-paced than the first. His fiction is a little too close to reality which makes for a great horror story. His characters are multi-dimensional, which makes them very believable. I love the fact that Chris tends to put stumbling blocks in his own way and never takes the easy way out. He was smart enough to weave fabric from the first books into the second – strands that weren’t left hanging, but made so much sense. Again, the only thing that made it less than perfect for me was the amount of profanity. I guess I am really glad I can’t read minds. Actually after two adventures alongside John, I am DEFINITELY glad I can’t read minds.