Steve Berry knows how to write a thriller–short chapters, efficient prose, lots of characters who don’t know who they are really working for, a very capable hired killer who certainly does and has all the rest of them looking over their shoulders, bad actors on a global scale, and a missing WWII treasure trove appropriated by the CIA that crooked bankers have decided to use for the greater bad, all of it culminating in a serious blowup (heh) at a Davos-like meeting in Morocco.
And if I still don’t completely understand crypto, I finally get that it isn’t currency, it’s property, whether you can lay hands on it or not, and the character Berry has decided invented it (or helped to) gets the last laugh and a measure of justice. Although I do worry that the two hundred billion wound up in a bunch of accounts held by arms merchants and drug dealers and all of Donald Trump’s dearest friends. But what the hell, what a ride. Fun.