I've flipped through thrillers with generic covers on them before - but never come across one so lacking in editing, basic plot, believable dialogue, and likable characters. Literally nothing is going on. It's just two obnoxious interchangeable gross men snorting coke on a mountain and thinking they're so clever about how they're going to sell it. Every description was "there's black darkness and white snow falling and black trees and black night getting blacker and no other humans around and this white as snow coke to snort YEAAAAAAAH." Oh haha, ayup, this definitely feels like a book for fans of *puts sunglasses on* CSI: Miami YEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHH... did I do it right? Should I make the joke again? *takes sunglasses off* Now I have Sunglasses at Night stuck in my head. Dang.