Coben keeps all the plots spinning as characters become prime suspects only to fade into the background as the story turns a corner before twisting back and putting them in the frame again.
It is expertly done and the brisk pace keeps the pages turning but some readers will find a stumbling block in the eponymous Win.
Coben’s characterisation and dialogue are up to his usual standard here, but his choice of protagonist is perplexing. Possibly he feared readers would lose track of his byzantine plot’s plethora of storylines and hence felt a need for something else to hook them: the details of Win’s luxury lifestyle, with his private jet, entourage and peccadillos. The result is a bizarre misfire, with novel and narrator at loggerheads.