" Donald Westlake (writing under a psuedonym) lets his protagonist off easy with a girlfriend far too wholesome and devoted to be anything but complete fantasy. Because of her and a dearth of levity throughout, the book reads like an author paying the rent. This is part of a running series about Parker, a heist planner whose criminality is treated as if it were simply another career choice for the savvy sixties man, and I can imagine that Westlake had lost interest. After the first ten pages or so, I certainly did. "
— Wayne, 1/17/2014