Full Force and Effect, reminds me of vintage Clancy. There are hints of the same command of detail and relentless pacing that we were treated to in Clear and Present Danger. Tom Clancy may have left his mortal body in 2013, but the soul of Clancy the epic storyteller lives on in Mark Greaney. But...
This is a novel about the U.S. and North Korea and the story is surprisingly current in light of the "The Interview" movie controversy. As usual there is little character development, but this failing is compensated in part by the large number of characters making up the dramatis personae. The pr...
He’d been drinking since before ten p.m., it was nearly one a.m. now, and he wanted one more for the road, or more precisely, one more for the six-block walk back to his apartment. This was Travers’s favorite pub and he was a regular here, but he drank alone now. A couple ...
The drivers remained behind the wheels of the armored vehicles while four men stepped into the road, began looking over the cars on the street, the people passing by. The men wore black Italian-cut business suits, their hands were empty, they were quick and efficient with their movements, but the...
All week Jack had been taking bathroom breaks at the same time Frieden did. This was by necessity, of course; he had learned through uncomfortable missteps in the field that he needed to take advantage of every available opportunity to go when there was a lull in the action. &nb...
It was dark outside the huge terminal except for the lights from passing cars on the street and moored boats in the harbor, but Court didn’t mind the dimness—he used it to disappear in a corner by the front wall. He had changed every scrap of his clothing, shaved off his scruffy beard, and approa...
Comprising a large suite on the top floor of the white building are the offices of Cheltenham Security Services, a private firm that contracts executive protection officers, facility guard personnel, and strategic intelligence services for British and other western European corporations working a...
In the sweltering sedan, under the thick brown and green brush of the gully, Gentry flicked a centipede from the tip of his nose, tried to fall back asleep, but could not. He rubbed his eyes, wiped away dried sweat that had formed on his eyelashes and on his forehead during the night. He cracked ...