Homeland sent her to Budapest to sign for a dead man's luggage. The dead man wasn't dead, and the people who wanted him that way were still working.
A Homeland Security counterespionage chief sent to Budapest for a dead colleague's effects finds the wrong body in the morgue and follows the trail home to an NSA deputy director killing Americans with drones.
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Mark Severn died in a Budapest traffic accident. Homeland sent Sam Jameson to sign for his effects and be home by Saturday.
The hotel room disagrees. Under a multispectral lens the walls light up with blood nobody bothered to clean, because nobody expected anyone to look. The body in the morgue belongs to somebody else. The man from seat 32A is still behind her.
Three days later Sam has a hole through her side from a length of rebar, three dead Hungarians behind her, and a rented Cessna with the transponder off, four hundred feet over Europe, Brock at the yoke.
The answer is in Washington. A Justice Department attorney died of food poisoning a year ago. The autopsy found powdered glass and a strain of botulism that does not occur in nature. Everyone who has since gotten close is dead: a bathtub, a subway platform, a parking garage.
Then the National Security Agency cuts Homeland out of the shared database, and Sam understands the shape of it. The people killing her witnesses own every camera, every phone, and every record she would use to catch them.
She will have to do it without any of them.
Book Six of the million-selling Sam Jameson series.
Sent abroad to close the paperwork on a colleague killed in a traffic accident, a Homeland Security counterespionage chief finds the wrong body in the morgue and a hit team on her back, and follows the money home.
She flew to Budapest to fill out a form. She came home with a rebar scar and three dead men behind her.
Genre & Subgenres
For readers of Daniel Silva, Barry Eisler, Vince Flynn / Kyle Mills / Don Bentley and Brad Thor.
Espionage & Conspiracy Thriller
Tail-spotting, dead drops, safe houses, cutouts, a faked death, and a body in a Budapest morgue that belongs to somebody else. The antagonist here is an agency before he is a man.
Government Conspiracy Thriller
A rogue NSA deputy director, a murdered Justice Department attorney, and meetings with a policy title and no record that anybody attended. The scandal breaks, the lowest-ranking people go to prison, and the president is reelected.
Techno-Thriller
A biometric kill list, nationwide drone command and control, facial recognition, a telecom dragnet, and a plot beat that turns on end-to-end encryption buying exactly one day against NSA decryption.
She flew to Budapest to fill out a form. She came home with a rebar scar and three dead men behind her.
The body in the morgue was the wrong body. Somebody had already signed for it.
Sam Jameson catches spies for Homeland Security. This time the spies have badges, drones, and a budget line.
He faked his own death to get away from them. Then he handed her the file.
The hotel room looked clean. Under a multispectral lens it looked like a slaughterhouse.
The body in the morgue was the wrong body. Somebody had already signed for it.
Sam Jameson catches spies for Homeland Security. This time the spies have badges, drones, and a budget line.
The Tropes Inside
She went to Budapest to sign for a dead colleague's suitcase and be back by Saturday. The paperwork never gets finished.
There is a budget line, a command center, and a list. Officially none of it points anywhere you would recognize.
Somebody already claimed the corpse and mis-tagged it. Work out what that means and you are two chapters ahead of Homeland Security.
The man in the middle of this holds a real title, a real badge, and a real appropriation. That is the hard kind.
Ceiling tiles. A park bench. A coffee can buried in somebody's uncle's backyard. The spycraft here is the cheap, patient kind, and it is accurate.
The list moves on paper, room to room, in a sealed envelope. Nothing on a network. Nothing anyone can subpoena.
She was very friendly. He was dead the next morning, of natural causes, allegedly.
Meetings with a policy title and no record that anybody attended. The lawyer who kept asking about them is not available for comment.
A cart, a borrowed uniform, and a wheelchair get two people out of a watched airport. Confidence is a document.
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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Fallout - Sam Jameson Book Six
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Great series. You will sit up all night reading!