I had high hopes for SNOW by Mike Bond. It sounded like a fresh police/detective story about two guys who thought it would be a good idea to steal a load of cocaine that literally dropped in their lap when they discovered a small plane that had crashed near the area where they were hunting elk.
I'm sorry to say that I did not finish this book. I simply could not engage myself in it. The two main characters of focus were -- at best -- anti-heroes. In reality they seemed cardboard cutouts of the stock "stupid, rich, bad guys." The cops in the story appeared also to the follow central casting outline. And the plot felt stiff and stilted. Ultimately I came to the point of asking myself "Why am I still reading this?" With no good answer, I quit.