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"My dearest mother," the letter from the young Saudi Arabian suicide bomber begins, as have so many before it. "The day of joy will soon arrive. Send out presents and sweets; prepare my father and my brother for my wedding to come. My black-eyed wife waits for me in Paradise. Rejoice, o my mother, for we will meet in heaven."
Suicide bombers are coming to America''s heartland. Their targets: our most precious and vulnerable assets, our children.
Following the most terrifying lead of his life, CIA Director Kirk McGarvey traces the threat to a terrorist known as Khalil. But upon further investigation he is convinced that Khalil and the Saudi playboy prince Abdul Hasim bin Salman are the same man. The White House wants nothing to do with McGarvey''s assumptions; accusing a Saudi prince of such a heinous plan will surely strain the delicate political balance between the US and the Saudis, always thought to be allies as well as our major oil suppliers. But McGarvey refuses to let politics stand in the way of him stopping Khalil, even if it means that the President of the United States will call him a traitor, even if it means he must resign as Director of the CIA to pursue him, and even if it means his meddling will lead to the kidnapping and brutal beating of his own wife.
From the deadly frigid Alaskan waters, to the balmy breezes of the French Rivera and finally to the embassy of Saudi Arabia in Washington, D.C., Mac has to unravel the latest threat from Osama bin Laden in order to save American school children from a cadre of suicide bombers willing to martyr themselves for the cause as Soldiers of God.

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After CIA director Kirk McGarvey and his wife, Katy, barely survive a spectacularly ruthless terrorist attack on an Alaskan cruise ship, McGarvey (last seen in last year''s By Dawn''s Early Light) vows to track down and kill the terrorist leader known only as Khalil. This should be a simple CIA assassination (McGarvey''s forte), but there''s a catch: Khalil may be Prince Abdul Salman, a billionaire playboy member of the Saudi royal family, well connected to the White House and U.S. businesses. Given information pointing to a second 9/11-scale al-Qaeda attack, the U.S. president discounts Saudi complicity in terrorism, including Salman/Khalil; McGarvey resigns and goes after Khalil on his own. Revenge drives Khalil and McGarvey both, and McGarvey''s wife also has a reason to want Khalil dead. Hagberg (who also writes as Sean Flannery) makes sure that nothing is as it seems, and McGarvey begins to doubt his own conclusions about Khalil''s identity. With just days until the attack, the U.S. is under martial law, Katy is kidnapped and McGarvey faces tough decisions about home and country. As much about vendettas as politics by other means (but with a chilling, well-articulated politico-economic backstory), this is a thrilling page-turner, from its violent beginning to its violent end. (Nov.)
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"David Hagberg writes the most realistic, prophetic thrillers I have ever read. His books should be required reading in Washington."--Stephen Coonts, New York Times bestselling author of Liberty on Soldier of God


“Few people have the iron clad grip on the world of terrorism as David Hagberg . . . Soldier of God ought to be required reading for every citizen . . . This is a novel of today, but might well be reality tomorrow.”--Walter J. Boyne, New York Times bestselling author of Trophy for Eagles

Soldier of God is a book you can’t stop reading because it’s so well written, and because you feel you’re reading tomorrow’s headlines in the war on terrorism.”—Thomas Fleming, New York Times bestselling author of Dreams of Glory

“A real thriller—all too real and possible. Fast-paced and genuinely scary.”—Barbara D’Amato, Edgar Award-winning author of Death of a Thousand Cuts on Soldier of God







David Hagberg writes the most realistic, prophetic thrillers I have ever read. His books should be required reading in Washington. (Stephen Coonts New York Times bestselling author of Liberty)

Soldier of God ought to be required reading for every citizen....A novel of today, but might well be reality tomorrow. (Walter J. Boyne New York Times bestselling author of Dawn Over Kitty Hawk)

A book you can''t stop reading because it''s so well written.... You feel you''re reading tomorrow''s headlines (Thomas Fleming New York Times bestselling author of Dreams of Glory)

A real thriller--all too real and possible. Fast-paced and genuinely scary. (Barbara D''Amato Edgar Award--winning author of Death of a Thousand Cuts)

About the Author

DAVID HAGBERG is a former Air Force cryptographer who has traveled extensively in Europe, the Arctic, and the Caribbean and has spoken at CIA functions. He has published more than twenty novels of suspense, including the bestselling High Flight, Assassin, and Joshua’s Hammer. He makes his home in Vero Beach, Florida.

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PART ONE
ONE
No one could help but spot the tall, gangly man with the chocolate brown complexion and ridiculous Hawaiian print shirt at the baggage claim area in Juneau International Airport. Everyone noticed that he retrieved too many leather satchels and overstuffed B4 bags to reasonably carry, and that he wore striped Bermuda shorts when it was in the low forties and drizzling outside. But his broad smile seemed to be genuine and was infectious. He was a man in his mid to late forties, with flashing dark eyes under a sharply defined brow that complimented a sculpted aquiline nose and high cheekbones, who knew that he cut a silly figure but who nevertheless was having a grand time. His laugh was the best of all, a rich deep baritone that boomed across the hall as the last of the luggage off the Air Canada flight from Vancouver came out on the moving carousel.
The man was content to wait his turn with dozens of people, many of them older couples on their way to or from cruise ships up or down the Inside Passage. Everyone was in a holiday mood, and the tall man joked and laughed with the people around him, putting everyone at ease, and making this trip just a little extra special. Characters were rare in these difficult times, and the man’s Caribbean British accent was pleasant as was the mellifluous timbre of his voice.
“Of course I know that I’m not dressed for the cold, madam,” he told a frail; white-haired old woman waiting in line. His smile widened. “In Trinidad it is never cold.”
The woman was puzzled by the man’s answer, as was her husband and others around them.
“Don’t you see, mum? I want to be cold.”
“You do?”
“Yes. It’s a new experience.”
Her husband smiled and shook his head. “I don’t think you’ll like it,” he said.
“Isherwood?” one of the passengers asked, holding up a duffel bag he’d snagged from the carousel.
“Yes, Thomas Isherwood, and that is my bag, my good man.” He retrieved his bag from the passenger, then gathered up his other luggage and with a toothy grin strode across the hall toward the exits, leaving in his wake the scent of Bay Rum cologne and a few good-natured chuckles.
When he was out of sight, he ducked down the corridor that led to the car rental agencies. Alaskan wilderness and wildlife posters adorned its walls. He went into a men’s room, where in a stall he changed into jeans, an oiled wool Irish fisherman’s sweater, a light jacket, and wafflesoled, lightweight nylon hiking shoes.
The man who emerged still traveled as Thomas Isherwood from Port of Spain, Trinidad, but no one from the Vancouver flight would have recognized him; the Caribbean bonhomie was gone, replaced with the matter-of-fact bland indifference of a well-heeled businessman here to catch fish no matter how much effort or money it cost. The face was the same, but the expression was so completely different it was as if he were wearing a mask.
Isherwood walked past the car rental counters and went outside where he loaded his bags in a cab. A steady cold rain fell from a darkly overcast sky. He ordered the driver to take him to Flights over Alaska Air Charters, then sat back and allowed himself to relax for a few minutes. He’d been on the go for three days, since he left Switzerland, maintaining several different personas, and the effort was draining, though if need be he could continue his charade for weeks or months, even years.
This was nothing new for him. Home was just another word that held little or no real meaning, though his wife and children were in Switzerland for the moment, and his many aunts, uncles, cousins, two sisters, and three brothers were scattered across Saudi Arabia. Over the last nine years, ever since he had received the call, he had spent very little time with his own people.
But that was as it should be, insha’allah. Progress was being made, though even if it weren’t he would still move forward if for no other reason than the thrill of the hunt. Osama’s fatwah was as crystal clear as the Qur’an. If the unbelievers cannot be made to see the error of their ways, if they cannot be converted, then either treat them as slaves by taking away their liberties and their properties, or kill them. All the world was to be converted to Dar el Islam, even if it took one thousand years. The hunt was on. It was the grandest game in the universe, and Isherwood was one of its most successful practitioners. He was alive as never before. He had been born for this. From the desert tents of the Bedouin to the towers of Babel in New York, he was in his element.
It was a little late for the normal tourist season, so the reception area in the Flights Over Alaska Air Charters Operations Building was deserted except for the square-shouldered woman who looked up and smiled when Isherwood walked in.
“May I help you, sir?”
“The name is Thomas Isherwood. I believe you were expecting me.” He handed her his passport. Payment for the hundred-mile flight down to Kuiu Island on the Inside Passage had been made with a credit card two weeks earlier.
The woman glanced at the clock. It was coming up on noon. “We weren’t expecting you until later this afternoon.”
“I caught an earlier flight,” Isherwood said. He made it a point to change his schedules whenever it was possible. “Are there an airplane and pilot for me?”
“Of course, sir,” the woman said. She glanced at the passport, then handed it back. She picked up the phone and dialed a three-digit number. “Your three o’clock is here. Can you fly now?” She gave Isherwood a reassuring smile, and nodded. “Thanks, Frank. I’ll bring Mr. Isherwood right over.” She hung up, and came around the counter. “The rain won’t bother you none. Should be a smooth flight.”
“I appreciate it. I’d like to get down there, have a couple of drinks, and then maybe get a couple hours of fishing in before dark.”
“Name’s Mary,” she said. Outside she tossed his heavy bags in the back of a Toyota Land Cruiser as if they were filled with air, then drove him a half mile across the bumpy concrete apron to a large hangar where several Otters, Beavers, and one DeHavilland floatplane were parked. “I have to tell you that I fell in love with your accent when you called to make the reservation.”
Isherwood gave her a warm smile, thinking that killing her would give him a certain pleasure. “I hope my appearance fits your expectations.”
She glanced at him to see if he was going along with her good-natured ribbing; then she nodded, the corners of her eyes crinkled in laughter. “Oh, I guess I was expecting someone older.” She shook her head. “But don’t get me wrong, you’ll do just fine—”
Isherwood threw back his head and laughed from the bottom of his feet. He would crush her windpipe with one blow, and then watch her eyes as her life drained away. He especially enjoyed the moment when the person knew that they were going to die and knew with equal certainty that there was nothing they could do about it.
He patted her hand on the steering wheel. “You’re a gem, Mary. An absolute jewel.”
She blushed openly as no Arab woman would ever dare, but then she didn’t know how close to death she was.



The pilot, Frank Sterling, a gray-haired but rugged-looking outdoors type in his early sixties, was finishing his walk-around as Mary tossed Isherwood’s bags in the back cargo area of the beefy-looking Otter wheeled floatplane. This, the Beaver, and the DeHavilland were Alaska’s workhorses, delivering people, mail, food, and supplies, and doctors to just about every inaccessible spot in the state. And there were a lot of them. The pilots were among the best in the world. They had to be, often operating out of extremely short, muddy fields, or lakes still half-choked with ice, in every weather condition including all-out blizzards. They were generally no-nonsense people who would just as soon haul cargo, or passengers who had the good sense and manners to keep their mouths shut, tourists.
“How long a flight?” Isherwood asked him.
Sterling gave him an appraising look. Not many Caribbean blacks got this far north, and Sterling inspected his passenger as if he were studying a circus oddity. “About an hour, if we can start anytime soon, Mr. Isherwood.”
Isherwood’s muscles bunched. It would take less than two seconds to remove his belt buckle, slide the razor-sharp lower half open on its hinge pin, and slit the man’s throat. Maybe he would see an apology in the eyes. Maybe not. But there would be copious amounts of infidel blood. He forced a faint smile. “Anytime that you’re ready, captain.”
Mary was obviously embarrassed by an exchange between the two men that she didn’t understand. “I hope you have a good week of fishing, Mr. Isherwood. This time of year it should be great.”
“Ah, thank you, Mary, my love,” Isherwood said, laughing. “You’re a terrible flirt, but thank you for the transport over.”
He stepped up on the starboard float, climbed in the front right seat, and strapped himself in. Sterling said something to the woman, then got aboard, strapped in, flipped a few switches, and hit the starter switch. The big Pratt & Whitney radial engine roared into life, and once the gauges were all in their nominal ranges, Sterling set the altimeter, released the brake, and eased the throttle forward, sending them trundling out of the hangar and down the sloping apron into the chilly black waters of Stephens Passage, doing his run-up to check the magnetos on the move.
Without a glance at his passenger, Sterling said something into the mike of his headset, then firewalled the throttle as he turned the big plane into the wind. They were airborne within a thousand feet, water streaming off the floats, and almost immediately the thick overcast ceiling was just above them. Sterling leveled off, and turned just east of due south to follow the pass all the way down to Entrance Island, where he would swing west to pass Cape Baranof, and then on to Karsten’s Fishin’ Mission on the northwest bay of Kuiu Island.
Isherwood had studied the air and sea charts of the region, so he knew the area almost as if he had lived there all his life. He prepared for every mission in the same way, with a professional thoroughness that left little or nothing to chance. He was a man who did not like surprises. In his business the unknown could be deadly.
In fact, Isherwood was not his real name. According to Western intelligence agencies, he was the international terrorist, possibly Osama bin Laden’s operations chief, known only as Khalil. According to the CIA, he was thought to be an Egyptian with a wife and children hidden somewhere in Cairo under assumed identities. Supposedly he was a medical doctor who had served with bin Laden in Afghanistan in the eighties fighting Russians, whom he hated almost as deeply as he hated Jews and Americans. No clear photographs of him existed in any Western intel file, nor was there any DNA or fingerprint evidence available that could positively identify him. He was as elusive as the night mists, and as cruel as is possible for a human being to be. In the past fifteen years no one who had come up against him had survived. Rumors were that even bin Laden was respectful—if not frightened—of the depth of the man’s savagery.
As the town of Juneau fell away from them, one spot of civilization in the middle of a vast rugged wilderness, Khalil realized how perfect an area this was for the operation he had so meticulously planned. Heavily forested, craggy islands separated the limitless expanse of the Pacific Ocean to the west from the snow and glacier-covered, forbidding mountains to the east. Except for fishing boats heading to or from the passes to the open ocean, cruise ships that traveled the Inside Passage, and the occasional sailboat or recreational trawler, there was nothing below them for as far as the eye could see.
“Empty, isn’t it?” Sterling shouted over the roar of the engine.
“No,” Khalil replied, mesmerized by the bleak landscape below. “It’s filled with opportunities down there.” He glanced at the pilot, who was looking at him. “Lots of fish to catch. And I will catch them.”



The small fishing resort was invisible from the air until the last moment, when Sterling set down in the long bay as lightly as a feather on a woman’s cheek and taxied to the end of the long dock on the south side. Then, except for the dock and two small fishing boats and three canoes, all that could be seen was a gravel footpath that led to a scattering of cabins all but hidden in the dense forest that ran right down to the water’s edge.
It was raining harder here than up in Juneau, and it had gotten dark. Sterling held up at the dock, the Otter’s engine idling, as Khalil got out and unloaded his own bags.
“I’ll be back the same time next week, unless you want to get out sooner,” Sterling said. Without waiting for a reply, he reached over and closed the passenger door, then gunned the engine and turned left, the broad wing sweeping over the dock so that Khalil had to step back to avoid getting hit.
There were seven sets of eyes watching from the woods and from the cabins. Khalil could feel them studying him, evaluating his behavior. Some of his soldiers had been here for as long as three days, waiting for their leader to show up. Waiting for the operation to finally begin. Only Zahir al Majid, his second-in-command, had ever worked with him on an operation. The others had heard of him, of course. Kahlil was a living legend, and they would be curious to see how he handled what was obviously an insult.
He gave a thumbs-up to the departing airplane, then walked up to the main lodge completely hidden in the forest, leaving his bags on the dock for someone to fetch.
Zahir, a short squat man with a thick mustache, but nearly bald on top, met Khalil in the rustic lobby. They warmly embraced. A fire burned on the stone hearth. The log walls were adorned with mounted fish, presumably caught by former patrons of the fishing camp.
“I’m glad you have finally arrived safely,” Zahir said. “Will you have something to eat? Our people would like to sit with you.”
“Soon. Is the equipment we need here?”
“Yes.”
“Our other soldiers are in place?”
Zahir checked his watch. “I spoke with Abdul in Juneau this morning. All is as it should be. The vessel will depart in a few hours and begin its southbound cruise.”
“The resort staff?”
“The maintenance man, two guides, and the owner are dead, as you ordered. Their bodies were placed in the generator building, safe from the wildlife. The owner’s wife and their daughter are being held upstairs, in case a radiotelephone call needs to be answered.”
“Cell phones are out of range?”
“Yes.”
Khalil nodded in satisfaction. “Give the daughter to the men. When they are finished with her, kill her. The mother can answer the telephone if need be.”
“They will like that.”
“Now we will go fishing,” Khalil said. “Do you know how, Zahir?”
“There is no fishing in the desert.”
Khalil laughed. “Then we will learn together.”
“In the meantime I will send someone to the dock for your bags.”
Copyright © 2005 by David Hagberg

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John R. Linnell
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The Eighth Chapter of the McGarvey Adventures
Reviewed in the United States on December 29, 2005
I''m glad that I have already had my Inside Passage cruising experience in Alaska before I read this book. I have read all of the Kirk McGarvey series written by this author and I have enjoyed them all. During the previous seven books McGarvey has filled a number of roles,... See more
I''m glad that I have already had my Inside Passage cruising experience in Alaska before I read this book. I have read all of the Kirk McGarvey series written by this author and I have enjoyed them all. During the previous seven books McGarvey has filled a number of roles, howwever he always seems to come back to the role he likes best, i.e., that of an assassin whose mission in life is to save the good guys and kill the bad ones.

Having now risen to the post of CIA Director, one would think that his killing days should be behind them, but if you hold that thought you would be wrong.

As the story starts to unwind, McGarvey and his wife, Kate are boarding a cruise ship in Juneau, Alaska along with former Secretary of Defense, Donald Shaw and his wife. (Note: Ships cruising the Inside Passage do put in to Juneau, but the cruises almost always start at Whittier, AK or Vancouver, BC.)

This is intended to be a chance for R+R for both couples, however a terrorist who is called Kahlil has other plans. As the ship steams through the night, Kahlil and others board the ship and join up with other terrorists who have infiltratred the ships crew and set about taking over control of the vessel. That accomplished with much bloodshed, they then find the SecDef in the ships night club (Grand Salon) and are planning to kidnap him. McGarvey had left the club shortly before the terrorists entered to return to his cabin to retrive an item for his wife. His fortunate absence leads to his aborting the terrorists plan and earning himself a new enemy in the process.

Shortly after, a tape of Osama bin Laden appears warning of another terrorist attack on the United States. It is a particularly chilling message which essentially says there is no way to stop the attack, that the people who will carry it out are already in place and that no one is safe.

Some believe that the kidnapping of the former SecDef was intended to distract the US from dealing with the terrorist threat. McGarvey is also becoming convinced that the terrorist Kahlil (whose face was covered with a balaclava during the raid) is in fact Prince Salman, a Saudi, who while an international playboy, is also a friend of the President and an important member of the Saudi royal family. The evidence is entirely circumstancial, however it is also entirely compelling.

The President will hear none of this and orders McGarvey to abandon any thought of vendetta against Kahlil/Salman whereupon McGarvey resigns his position as DCI and takes on the cause as his own.

To find out "the rest of the story" you will need to let David Hagberg tell it to you. He does it very well, although I felt that a few of the actions of McGarvey were a bit over the top and were uncharacteristic of his expected behavior. I also thought the American reaction to the bin Laden tape was a bit "off." Others might disagree, however all will agree that Hagberg has woven another intricate and complicated story with several subplots that makes for page turning reading and some unsettling thoughts about the future.

[Note to the author: Early in the novel you mention that the cruise ship had set sail from Fairbanks, AK. I assure you that while there is a river that runs through Fairbanks, it is incapable of permitting passage of any cruise ship and in fact its shifting glacial silt makes for difficult navigation of very small boats.]
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Michael L. Slavin
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Hagberg At His Best
Reviewed in the United States on February 25, 2007
Former CIA Operative and now CIA Director Kirk McGarvey returns for more top notch thrills and excitement. Excitement starts out quickly when McGarvey and his wife are going on a quiet Alaskan cruise. Terrorists attempt to kidnap the former Secretary of Defense, who also... See more
Former CIA Operative and now CIA Director Kirk McGarvey returns for more top notch thrills and excitement. Excitement starts out quickly when McGarvey and his wife are going on a quiet Alaskan cruise. Terrorists attempt to kidnap the former Secretary of Defense, who also happens to be a passenger on the cruise. That attack is thwarted by McGarvey after a number of deaths were sustained. It''s interesting as to how the terrorists managed to insert operatives into the cruise ship crew which supposedly had been carefully reviewed by the FBI. Was this attack just a diversion? The terrorists have recruited four young men to deliver their message in a 9/11 type of attack against U.S. schools. There is an interesting synergy between two characters, the Saudi playboy Prince Salman and the terrorist leader Khalil. From the Alaskan waters to Colorado and Washington, D.C., there is constant page turning drama. Highly recommended.
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Timothy J. Kindler
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McGarvey to the rescue!
Reviewed in the United States on February 14, 2006
In this latest edition of the Kirk McGarvey series, Hagberg presents the reader with another action-packed page turner. The story itself starts out with Kirk McGarvey, current CIA director and former assassin, on an Alaskan cruise vacation with his wife and a... See more
In this latest edition of the Kirk McGarvey series, Hagberg presents the reader with another action-packed page turner. The story itself starts out with Kirk McGarvey, current CIA director and former assassin, on an

Alaskan cruise vacation with his wife and a former Secretary of Defense and his wife. McGarvey is forced to rely on his former skills to thwart a terrorist attack aboard the cruise ship. Without support from the President or the US government, McGarvey vows to track down and kill the terrorist known as Khalil. McGarvey portrays a cool, confident, cerebral agent, yet also displays emotion sufficient to indicate that more than ice water runs through his veins. Hagberg effectively weaves events and characters from previous books to add depth and context. The story moved along at a fast pace, with Hagberg''s usual abundance of action and suspense. Give this a read....you won''t be disappointed.
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TheSuperPaul
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Arguably Hagberg at his best, a MAJOR PAGE TURNER!
Reviewed in the United States on November 2, 2012
In a word...WOW! I''m a huge fan of David Hagberg regardless of the pen name used. The first book of his I read was 20+ years ago ("The Zebra Network" by Sean Flannery). I find most of his books to be very well written and exciting to read. With... See more
In a word...WOW!

I''m a huge fan of David Hagberg regardless of the pen name used. The first book of his I read was 20+ years ago ("The Zebra Network" by Sean Flannery). I find most of his books to be very well written and exciting to read.

With "Soldier of God" Hagberg has outdone himself! It isn''t very often that I have read a book that I literally found it hard to put down, but this one definitely falls in that category. I almost couldn''t read it fast enough, but then when it was over I wished it kept going!

The action was fast-paced throughout almost the entire book and it definitely keeps you guessing, who is who, what will happen next, etc. I highly recommend this book!

Bravo Mr. Hagberg, 5 outstanding, well deserved stars! *****
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Soldier of God
Reviewed in the United States on September 16, 2014
I don''t know when this book was written, but it is right up to date. I think we all share a sense of helplessness concerning the suicide bombers and other religious killers. Soldiers of God is about all the things that we are wrestling with today. McGarvey is a CIA... See more
I don''t know when this book was written, but it is right up to date. I think we all share a sense of helplessness concerning the suicide bombers and other religious killers. Soldiers of God is about all the things that we are wrestling with today.
McGarvey is a CIA operative. He is married, and has a grown daughter, who is also in the CIA. The story is a well rounded cast of characters.
This is the second ''McGarvey'' book for me. One thing I like about it is the action. I believe anyone who likes a good action mystery will like the McGarvey stories.
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stupid moves by the hero''s wife sort of destroy any thought that she is very intelligent
Reviewed in the United States on September 15, 2007
This is the first book by this author that I have read. The basic premise was o.k., but boy, does this guy''s wife make some totally dumb actions. Example: Her husband, CIA Director, is wandering around a small cruise ship which has been hi jacked by terrorists, while she... See more
This is the first book by this author that I have read. The basic premise was o.k., but boy, does this guy''s wife make some totally dumb actions. Example: Her husband, CIA Director, is wandering around a small cruise ship which has been hi jacked by terrorists, while she and her husband, plus ex Sec. of Defense and his wife are taking a short vacation aboard. The terrorists know the Sec. Def is aboard, but have no knowledge of the CIA Director or his wife, as they are travelling under an assumed name. However, while the terrorists are holding the passengers in the Grand Salon, and note "an empty chair" and ask who was using it, the wife later actually pipes up and tells the terrorists that she is the wife of the CIA Dir. and he is loose on the ship and has probably killed some of the terrorists. She does this, knowing that these guys have already killed many in the Grand Salon for no cause. Maybe she though if she gave them a good hostage (herself) they would not kidnap the Sec. Def., which was their goal all along. Then, she kindly points out to the terrorist, while they are talking to each other on their radios, that her husband also can hear their plans because he also has a radio, taken from one of the dead terrorists that he killed. She is really good about giving these guys more ammo for their murderous takeover. Later on, they also toss a woman and her baby over the side, so we know how merciless they are.

Later in the book, this same woman and her daughter figure out where the head terrorist is basing his operation in D.C., and actually has her daughter drive her to this location "just to park in front of the headquarters to put some fear in the terrorists". Oh sure, she knows they have video cameras trained on the street and that they will recognize her. She is also very familiar with this particular house, as it used to be a CIA place, thus she is aware that it is located on a cul de sac dead end street. Of course, they come out, drag her out of the car, but let her daugher go, as they don''t know the young woman is the daugter of the CIA Director. What kind of dumb move is that?? Oh wait, turns out she is pregnant with her daughter''s and husband baby, as the daughter is unable to carry a baby. Now she is being abused by the lead terrorist in this house, has seen him murder casually, not to mention throwing a mother and baby overboard from the cruise ship. So, of course, she tells him she is pregnant, sure that this info will cause him to ease up on his beating of her. Oh sure!! Oh wait, the terrorist is also not too bright, as he let the daughter who was driving the car go, so of course she could let the authorities know exactly where her mother was being help captive.

All this might seem minor, but it strike a very false note for people who are supposedly bright enough to make it through a terrorist assault. Unbelievable. It really ruined this story for me, just waiting for the next dumb move/statement by one of the main protagonosts.

It was an o.k. thriller type of story, but many of the hero''s actions and statements were hard to swallow.

I might read another of his books, perhaps one of the earlier ones, just to make sure this book was just an anomoly.
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Waldemar Barabasz
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Reviewed in the United States on March 10, 2015
The author is an intelligent writer who does''t try to B.S. the reader by making them think that everyone in government is that " dumb ". Thankfully he let''s the reader know and has you wanting to turn the page faster . Multiple scenarios that finally blend in the... See more
The author is an intelligent writer who does''t try to B.S. the reader by making them think that everyone in government is that " dumb ". Thankfully he let''s the reader know and has you wanting to turn the page faster . Multiple scenarios that finally blend in the end and the bad guys lose ! Think I have read at least six of the books already !
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John Bowes
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page turning yet disappointing
Reviewed in the United States on December 8, 2007
Despite a terrific opening, this tale ultimately needs stupid people to move the action along. Our hero''s wife foolishly puts herself in harms way and insults the reader''s intelligence. This is my first reading of this author. I may give him one more try. Can a 50ish hero... See more
Despite a terrific opening, this tale ultimately needs stupid people to move the action along. Our hero''s wife foolishly puts herself in harms way and insults the reader''s intelligence. This is my first reading of this author. I may give him one more try. Can a 50ish hero really jump into Alaskan water and still function?
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