Here’s Booklist’s review of I, Sniper written by Bill Ott…

Bob Lee Swagger, former Vietnam sniper, has been out of his element lately—tangling with a killer who uses his car as a weapon (Night of Thunder, 2008) and swapping his rifle for a sword (The 47th Samurai, 2007), but this time, he’s back in his wheelhouse: sniper versus sniper. It starts with three assassinations of Vietnam-era protestors with obvious links to real-life figures (an actress who cavorted in Hanoi; a convicted bomber turned Chicago professor; and an antiwar comic and singer). The suspect in the shootings, another celebrated sniper, is tracked by the FBI, only to be found dead, apparently a suicide.

But Bob isn’t buying it; the case against the dead man is too airtight, the kill shots too perfect for an aging warrior working without today’s computer-powered scopes. So even when the FBI backs off, Bob Lee marches on, determined to exonerate the framed sniper, force the hand of the man behind the scenes, and turn the tide of public opinion, now set firmly against what he calls “the brotherhood of life-takers.” It’s a troubling moral position, of course, the idea of the sniper as a man of courage, and Hunter makes the most of it, demanding that the reader rethink common cultural assumptions about good and evil. Those philosophical underpinnings give the narrative depth, but finally, as all Bob Lee fans know, it comes down
to “straight killing time.” And so it does, in a ramped-up, high-tech High Noon finale that will leave even unsympathetic readers gasping. As always, Hunter makes it work with precise, detail-rich prose that strips the faux glamour from gun fighting and leaves only the skills of the combatants set against the horrors they wreak.