From Amazon.com
Clive Egleton, a master of the spy thriller, introduces Chechen separatists as villains in this novel of the post-Cold-War world. But he does not settle for one set of villains, or one locale, or even one story. From England, where all good spy novels ought to begin, he jets around the world to Hong Kong and the U.S., weaving together various narrative threads--terrorist threat, a 20-year-old murder, assassination attempts. There is plenty of excitement, precise attention to authentic detail in the story-telling, a complex trail to follow, and a deadly climax.
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From Publishers Weekly
Egleton's espionage thrillers are like single-malt whiskey: smooth, smoky and rich, but eventually befuddling if you don't keep your wits about you. This one begins with a story about a possible murder in Germany in 1975. In the present, Peter Ashton (Death Throes, etc.) is brought back as a contract employee for British Intelligence and soon uncovers a lurid murder with gay overtones. In almost no time, he's picking his way through various British police and civil servants, the CIA, Hong Kong gangsters and even Chechen hit men and gun-runners. The body count is high. The plot spins from London to Hong Kong?lovely local color, there?to Langley and California. Chief among the novel's joys is Ashton's working through the cold, if often funny, SIS office politics. As usual, Egleton's plot complications can stun a horse, or a careless reader, but their intricacy is delicious and well worth the risk.
Copyright 1996 Reed Business Information, Inc.
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