British Naval Intelligence Officer David Trevellyan returns in another clandestine adventure, his latest assignment having left him at odds, unconnected with his London home base and ready for another task. This time, using liaison Fothergill for backup, Trevellyan arrives in Chicago, the carnage of his assignment in New York still the subject of much speculation. Now memories of beautiful Madrid agent Tanya Wilson haunt him; the two have crossed the line and suffered the consequences of their actions.
Reporting to Fothergillís high-rise Chicago office, David learns the nature of his next task: bringing in a rogue agent who has fallen prey to the temptation of money, bartering a poison gas to sketchy characters planning a military coup in a remote South African country: ďThere is a strict protocol for bringing the career for a fellow professional to a premature end.Ē Agent Tony McIntyre has done the forbidden - turned traitor against his country, selling his wares to the highest bidder.
Given the results of Davidís last encounter with adversaries, the home office refuses to send in a backup team, so David is on his own, save whatever help Fothergill can offer. But Fothergill is not at his best these days, having survived a recent gun battle in his office that left him wounded as well as McIntyre. The greedy buyers are closing in, McIntyre determined to get his lucrative deal with more than one interested buyer. Trevellyan steps into this hornetís nest virtually alone, with scant intelligence provided from Fothergillís resources.
As in his previous novel, Grant writes with a particular style, his protagonist vacillating between his training days and the lessons learned as a young officer and the applications in the field that have kept him alive. From the deadly mercenaries to the quick-witted agent and the scanty intel Fothergill provides, the action is rapid, unpredictable and deadly. Trevellyan never shirks from the use of deadly force or the occasional act of revenge. Viewed through the eyes of a dedicated agent whose goal is to bring down a traitor, every action is fraught with complications, every confrontation a potential date with death.
Grant writes of a clandestine world where the only rule is survival and loyalty is crucial, intelligence agencies working behind the faÁade of business as usual. Although this thriller is just as deadly (a high corpse count) and just as unpredictable as Even, these villains are a little less believable. Still, smooth-talking Trevellyan hasnít lost a bit of his attraction, as wicked, clever and unstoppable as ever, an international MacGyver who takes no prisoners.