A flat, predictable, boring, anticlimactic book about a personal trainer who ends up working for the son of one of the island's richest men. He wakes up with no memory of the wild party that went on the night before and finds himself among a bunch of corpses, wearing a blood-soaked shirt with a gun in his hand. Did he kill all these people? I'm sure you can guess the answer.
I considered abandoning it, but I can't not finish a book.