The fourth in the Bernard Samson series, and the start of the second trilogy. It’s the usual Leighton combination of tight, intricate plotting mixed with character study.
As ever we follow Samson as he navigates his personal and professional life. The story deepens and darkens as the pages turn, with ghosts and echos from his past throwing him off balance.
It feels very much like the setup for a bigger story, but is an enjoyable read nonetheless. The detachment necessary for Samson to perform his role in the security services flows through to a sense of we the readers not really knowing him, even though he is our first person narrator. And as with all great spy thrillers, he struggles to trust anybody or their motives as new facts and rumours emerge.
I’ll be moving straight into the next book, can’t wait.
