The Agency has owned him for three years. This is the week it starts collecting.
A disgraced American economist, blackmailed years ago into permanent CIA service, wakes in Cologne beside a murdered stranger and spends six days learning which of his own people put the body there.
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Peter Kittredge is not a spy. He is a former State Department economist living on inherited money in Cologne, with a bloody mary waiting at the bakery by ten.
He is also owned. Years ago in Caracas the CIA took him apart and made him sign an agreement he cannot un-sign.
On Friday morning he walks back from breakfast, opens his door, and finds the young man from the night before beaten to death in his bed. The only fingerprints on the weapon are his.
The police have exactly one suspect. A German investigator named Strauss is polite, thorough and unamused. Halfway through the first interview he asks a question that makes no sense. Have you ever been to Copenhagen?
So Kittredge does the only thing he knows how. He searches. Names, birth records, seventeen men called Sergio. Somewhere a system notices, and a man in a blue raincoat takes the computer beside his.
After that it is stairwells, a jimmied office lock, a borrowed sofa, and a hat and sunglasses chosen for what a camera cannot match.
Across town an old butcher is working the same murder from the other end. Forty years in the business, and he has already decided what an alcoholic amateur is for.
A standalone novel. Peter Kittredge, Book One.
A former State Department economist, broken years ago in a Caracas operation and made to sign an agreement he can never un-sign, finds a young man he met the night before beaten to death in his own bed.
He is not an agent. He is an asset. There is a difference, and it is not in his favour.
Genre & Subgenres
For readers of John le Carré, Mick Herron, David McCloskey and Olen Steinhauer.
Espionage Thriller
Handlers, honeytraps, access agents, dead drops, burner discipline, alias papers, biometric evasion. What differs is altitude: the whole operation seen from the bottom of the food chain by a man with no training and no way out.
Wrong-Man Thriller, Noir Register
Chapter one is a frame. What follows is a descent, with a femme fatale, a run of self-inflicted choices, and no justice waiting at the end of it. A reluctant asset, not a competence fantasy.
Corporate Conspiracy
Nobody in this operation is doing it for a flag. A European pharmaceutical company's chief of security is not who he says he is, and one of the men hunting Kittredge is doing it for a share price.
He is not an agent. He is an asset. There is a difference, and it is not in his favour.
The CIA broke him in Caracas and made him sign something. Neither party has forgotten.
The man who came to kill him drew a salary from a US consulate.
Somebody was watching for anyone who searched two particular words. He searched them.
A honeytrap only works if the target wants it to work. He wanted it to.
The CIA broke him in Caracas and made him sign something. Neither party has forgotten.
The man who came to kill him drew a salary from a US consulate.
The Tropes Inside
He never volunteered and he cannot resign. Somebody made him sign something years ago, and nobody has forgotten it.
Burner phones dismantled into a storm drain, replacement crime-scene tape, dead-drop cash in non-sequential bills. The spycraft here is specific, and it is correct.
She is funny, quick and better at this than he is. None of that is a coincidence, and none of it is a compliment.
Fat, nasal, cheerful, entirely comfortable. He never threatens anybody. He has never needed to.
He has a coffee can, a bad plan and a hangover. They have a budget and a database.
A Tyrolean hat and oversized sunglasses. He looks ridiculous to people and unreadable to facial recognition, and that is the point.
A killer's face is in the worldwide biometric database. The record has been removed. Only a few kinds of employer can do that.
Sixties, teetotal, unhurried, forty years in, a butcher's shop for cover. The best company in the book and the worst news in it.
Cologne, Paris, New York, Atlanta, Washington. No character ever sees the whole machine. The reader assembles it.
Real Reviews, Real Readers
“Right up there with James Patterson, David Baldacci, Nelson DeMille, and Frederick Forsyth.”
“It’s 5 a.m. and I just stayed up all night reading!”
“Sharp, extremely well written, and scary as hell!”
“Special Agent Sam Jameson is one very tough, gutsy lady… one of the best suspense/thriller books I have read in a long while. My new favourite suspense author.”
“I love this series… Love this smart mouthed, sassy, sexy agent. I hope her luck holds in future books!”
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Descent - Peter Kittredge Book One
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Great series. You will sit up all night reading!