For when Zolo reaches Oklahoma, he's faced with thugs from two different sides of some dispute, apparently and most of them enjoy battering him into the ground over and over as they switch sides faster than a Wimbledon tennis ball. That they file their teeth to fangs is just a bonus, as is their bizarre harem of beautiful black women and its purpose. Suffice to say that soon Zolo has to save not only himself, but a whole crew of innocents. Created for the role of savior to beautiful women, Zolo must rise above the ceaseless beatings he's suffered in order to coordinate some sort of resistance. Brian Hopkins has crafted a first novel reminiscent of the best Brian Hodge and Jay Bonansinga thrillers, except that he's trimmed all the fat until what's left is slick, oiled muscle.
Plot certainly counts, but plot's nothing if there are no great characters to hang it on.
Just like the occasional psychological glimpses into Zolo, this snapshot of one day and night in his life shows more about him than many authors might have squeezed into a book ten times longer.