I love Janet Evanovich’s Stephanie Plum novels, so it was with some glee I picked up The Heist, co-written with Lee Goldberg. My glee wasn’t unfounded, The Heist is White Collar meets Ocean’s Eleven meets Miss Congeniality, all in book form.
After years of chasing, FBI Special Agent Kate O’Hare has finally caught Nicolas Fox, a handsome, charming con man. Only he brokers a deal with Kate’s bosses – he’ll help Kate catch America’s most wanted if the FBI keeps him out of jail.
The pair’s first target is Derek Griffin, a playboy who conned clients out of millions and then ran off to an Indonesian island. Recruiting a rag tag crew of misfits, Nick and Kate head to Indonesia to catch Griffin, and get back the money he’s stolen.
The Heist doesn’t feature any great surprises when it comes to the main characters. A lot of what it contains has been seen before on our television or cinema screens – Nicolas has more than a whiff of Neal Caffrey from White Collar about him (no bad thing), and Kate is clever and witty and unlucky in love.
But the crew Nicolas and Kate assemble are an interesting bunch, from the egotistical actor to the speed loving 50-something who bought herself breast enhancements as part of her Big Adventure.
The book is a fun read, and does have some great elements. Kate’s dad is particularly engaging, and there’s a twist in the capture of Griffin that’s both unexpected and fun (in a gun slinging kind of way).
The Heist made me remember why I loved Evanovich’s writing so much. While the Stephanie Plum series has now gone on slightly too long and only provides minimal laughs, this book had me chuckling throughout. I hope Evanovich’s partnership with Goldberg continues for a few more books, and we get to see more of Nicolas, Kate and their crew.