I got to the part where Jill-the-scapegoat's body was just found and I rolled my eyes and gave up. Not even the actual mystery part of the story makes me care enough to keep going.
This is some seriously lazy writing and I am done with this series.

The plot - terrorists trying to save the world from itself - is interesting enough for a formulaic suspense/mystery novel. It's the killing of the characters, and I don't mean in the literal sense of Jill, that is just unbearable.
Claire, my favorite, didn't even sound like Claire. She's become all squishy and whiny. Where did that strong, supportive, compassionate woman go? I guess all the scaring she received in the last book broke her and she diminished exponentially.
I almost stopped the book when Lindsay marched into Steve's office to demand he stop abusing Jill or else. Really? A homicide detective threatens a batterer? Has she never ever heard of people killing their spouses for just exactly because they'd been confronted? And Lindsay is a woman; as far as I've seen, having been a female all my life, and all, women more often rally around and protect their battered friends, not full-on threaten the husbands. I'm pretty sure that on some level, Lindsay would have been worried that the abusive husband would become more dangerous once confronted and would have known not to put her friend in that position. Apparently, I don't know Lindsay, friends, women, logical human beings...at all.
But it's ok. Scapegoat Jill who must have become a major obstacle to the author, died anyway and we don't have to worry about her well-being any longer. I mean, not only did she have to lose a baby in the last book, but then we find she's also a battered wife in this book. It's too much and there's not a lot left to do to her but kill her.
And my interest? Also killed.
Moving on.