John Rain is a specialist in "natural looking kills". In the three previous volumes, he made the silent and superhigh thrill factor. In "Killing Rain" author Barry Eisler him suddenly missed a moral hangover: On the hunt for an Israeli, Arab terrorists briefs in bomb making, Rains failed killer instinct - because he sees the man's eyes. And because he suddenly his little son thinks instead to the fee and to the own survival. I'm not sure whether I find the moral concerns of John Rain cheesy or right. One thing is certain: For seamless exciting as otherwise the book is not, however, still more exciting than most thrillers. The description of the most important scenes, here it is Manila, Bangkog and once again Tokyo, replace still any guide, as long as it comes to the portrayal of the city atmosphere and the typical ambiance. In this respect, "Killing Rain" but managed enough to reserve for a whole weekend.
