A murdered spy-priest leads a Homeland Security counter-spy up a chain of dirty cops and bought generals to a century-old oligarchy that owns the last four presidential elections and is holding her lover.
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Been up the last 3 nites til 3 am, can’t put it down!
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Great series. You will sit up all night reading!
A priest with a code name gets his throat cut in a Crystal City restroom. That is Wednesday.
By Thursday, Special Agent Sam Jameson has a dead spy, a senator on the run, and a stack of bodies that all belong to the same quiet problem.
By Friday she comes home to a splintered door, blood in the hallway, and video of a giant with mismatched eyes carrying her lover out hogtied, like luggage.
Sam catches spies for Homeland Security. She is good at it. She has never been good at waiting.
Two secret organizations are fighting over the same prize, and she has walked between them. One owns senators, generals, and the last four presidential elections. The other has a physicist in the Nevada desert, a hacker on amphetamines, a sniper in the Adirondacks, and a plan to switch off the dollar by Tuesday morning.
Neither of them cares about Brock James.
Sam does. She has four days, a Porsche, a .45, and no intention of asking permission.
Trust nobody. Verify everything. Do it yourself.
Book Three of the million-selling Sam Jameson series, for readers of Daniel Silva, Vince Flynn, and Barry Eisler.
When a shadow oligarchy comes to kill a Homeland Security counter-spy, misses, and takes her lover instead, she has four days to break her way up a chain of dirty cops, bought generals and compromised case officers.
A priest with a code name. A senator who won't stop running. And a giant with mismatched eyes carrying her boyfriend out the front door.
For readers of Daniel Silva, Vince Flynn / Kyle Mills, Barry Eisler and David Baldacci.
Dead drops, burner discipline, duress codes, air-gapped vaults and double agents, and an antagonist that is an institution rather than a man. A murdered spy-priest at one end; people who own the last four presidential elections at the other.
Load-bearing and inverted: the woman is the operator and the man is the hostage. Take the romance out of this book and the protagonist has no motive left at all. Four days, a Porsche, and nobody's permission.
The mechanism is monetary: Executive Order 6102, Bretton Woods, the fifteenth of August 1971, fractional reserve lending. The climax is not a bomb. It is a database overwritten with the digit 1.
A priest with a code name. A senator who won't stop running. And a giant with mismatched eyes carrying her boyfriend out the front door.
Sam Jameson catches spies for a living. This week the spies are her chain of command.
They sent a professional to kill her. She wasn't home. So he took her man instead. That was their mistake.
Four dead in five days, and every one of them worked for somebody who doesn't officially exist.
She broke a CIA officer with a photograph and a general with a bank statement. The chairman of the World Bank took two bullets.
They sent a professional to kill her. She wasn't home. So he took her man instead. That was their mistake.
There is an organization in this book older than your grandparents that has never once had to explain itself. You will not find it in any directory.
The badge on the other side of the table might be the problem. Sam cannot tell yet, and neither can you.
Somewhere a few men vote on things. Nobody writes it down. Nobody has to.
Behind the man with the gun is a man with a phone. Behind him is someone who has never had to raise his voice.
One man in this book is three moves ahead of everybody, including the people who think they hired him.
Her leads keep dying about an hour early. That is not luck.
Evidence goes missing out of a locked bin. It does not go far.
Dead drops, burner discipline, duress codes. A brick in a fountain, a flyer for a lost dog, a gym locker keyed to a workout. All of it shown working.
He is twenty years old. He can hit a man at four hundred yards. He would rather be almost anywhere else.
“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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Sam Jameson is one bad ass chick. Very well written books!
Great series. You will sit up all night reading!