This is a wonderful book for a summer vacation. I was reminded of John Le Carre's "The Little Drummer Girl" in terms of its plot. This is a very well researched book and I believe Seymour did a good job in telling us how awful is organized crime and what devastation the drug trade brings to society. At the same time we got a brief look at southwest England and Tavistock, where, incidentally, I was born. We got a better look at Sicily and this travelogue aspect to the book was done better than others, ie: Robert Ludlum; but who cares because after reading this book nobody will want to visit Palermo. The British investigators are protrayed as I suspect they really are: soppy at the lower ranks and machiavellian in the higher offices. I have two complaints. One: as a British writer, Seymour should have had an American assist him in making Alex Moen as a believable American. Americans don't think in terms of "windscreens", "petrol" and " lorries", among other things in the script. Two: Mario Ruggerio's ability to control millions of dollars worth of global investments with merely his mind and no business infrastructure is highly improbable. This was, on the whole, a plausible novel that read well, held the immagination, taught something, sparked the romantic notion and entertained during a summer vacation.