This is a book about terrorism; a secret war against secret organizations with the Americans and Russians vs. Iranians, led by a secret man named Abu Beka. This book's prologue and first two chapters, fortunately, are about as perfect as a novel can get, slamming characters and readers right in the forehead with hails of bullets at an Italian airport after a plane arrived back from America. These bullets come from some hoodlums from a terrorist group named Tenturellah. And before you can take a breath as two of the hoodlums were captured, they got broken out of with the rain perfecting their timing, and the next day, pigs are hung and a bit more information you may not want to know. The truth is, America and Iran are mortal enemies. Remember my first movie review, Not Without my Daughter? Well, almost nobody supported or liked Betty because of her religion, but throughout this book, there are references to how Iran is holding America captive and how Terentullah is God's creation, and may freedom come for all their people.
This book and mission is then put at the hands of some New York City detectives, the boss a soft and street-smart man named Mark Donovan, who, like Carl Donovan from Escape from Furnace, prefers his last name being called. His primary assistants are a Russian hiding secrets of his own, his nickname Petrov but his real name, perhaps, Tolly Peterson, and a woman named Maggie who's the daughter of a rebellious and independent child named Carol. Together, they are trying to find leads into Abu Beka, but they are letting themselves in on the danger and putting their families at risk as well, as Abu Beka himself may hunt them down too and do some threatening.
I bet this book sounds epic, right? Well, it only sort of is. After the big opening sequence, it goes straight into the lives of these characters, and shows off their personality as they ask each other to dinner and to bars, with a love triangle for Donovan and with Petrov and Maggie in love with Carol having a problem, and the occasional strike will come up. That's the big problem I found with the book; when it goes into the lives of the detectives, it isn't really interesting, and the book spends a lot of time developing their lives. I didn't mind it too much. I just wish for a book that looks as thrilling as this, I was expecting less drama.
Scorpion's Dance decides to also have a mystery line to it, such as asking people if they're Arabic by their language or something, and even soon resorts to wheelchair companies, a needle in a haystack search around the Big Apple. I was excited for the end result throughout the whole book, and you probably will too, and I got the quick mystery solver I wanted, but I think beyond that, it ended too quickly. In the end, there were too many dates and whenever it went to the Iranians who say they want freedom and will get it, there's never any detail about what it is exactly they want removed. I have mixed feelings about that, because I like it when not much detail is put into the antagonists with beliefs like that, but it was still a question that got unanswered. It's not the best thriller novel out there, but it is certainly an effortlessly readable one. I blasted through it because it was easy to read.