A twisted plot that by and by makes the reader truly feel being watched himself, as new leads again and again leave him bracing for assessing the chance of Robert Baer's First-person character to survive. Rare are the novels of the spy thriller genre that do not convey a feeling of being already in the know about how it will all end. From the outset, Baer suggests a safe assumption to the reader, only to have him get totally lost along the way.
In the event, the hunt ends on a completely surprising note in two different ways: First, the novel's main character finds out indeed, and the truth therein comes as a huge surprise to him as well the reader. Secondly, Baer suggests Iran to have had a hand in the 9/11 attacks.
Baer's experience in the tradecraft comes as an asset. There is not that much violent action, to be sure. Instead, Baer lets us look at how it feels to walk NYC streets or travel aboard an airplane being hunted by men and women of his kind. Digesting the short episodes the novel is composed of is tantamount to a veritable roller-coaster voyage into the weird and paranoid thinking undercover agents have to be trained in. It is precisely the many small real-world details of being watched that take the reader's breath away.
If there are flaws, they are of the nature every "Me, the hero"-novel falls prey to - foremost an overstretched string of luck, of less than credible happenstances, in that the hero gets to learn about new leads by chances that seem to be way off the regular life.
For instance, Baer's hero poses as a German SPIEGEL journalist arriving out of the blue to interview a Palestinian terrorist confined in the max-security wing of Israel's max-security facility. The hero does so by having entered Israel on a stolen German passport. Now, do we believe this: Israel's authorities not being aware of whoever writes for the SPIEGEL, them not checking with that magazine (and their own services, for that matter) whether it in fact sent someone named Mr. Arends, them not checking into every database there is once someone wants to contact the most important terrorist on short notice? On top of which the purported journalist, after his prison visit, gets to talk to the most wanted Palestinian terrorist still roaming free by similar happenstance, too. Now, that is truly luck.
However, those flaws do not do the novel any real harm. To learn about what it might be like to live in the Agency's darker outer orbit, Baer did a great job to make us feel the invisible heat.