The second book in Granger's "November Man" series, which was really, essentially, an attempt to combine the action-based spy story with the John Le Carre "spy story as malaise of the soul". There were a lot of attempts to do that during this period, most of them taking Le Carre and trying, with varying degrees of success, to blend in the action. This is a better effort than the debut, THE NOVEMBER MAN, in that it's much more controlled and better focused. NOVEMBER MAN always felt like it was near to careening off the edge of a cliff, this feels like Granger had learned the requisite lessons of his first book and compensated accordingly. It's biggest fault is that it's not really a spy book (that is, a book about spies) or a suspense thriller (that is, a novel that attempts to build suspense or thrills). It is instead a rather murky book about faith and the loss of it, all sort of tangled up with some Catholic guilt (of the "lapsed Catholic who still on some level wants to believe" ilk). This leads to the uncomfortable feeling as you're reading it that on some level you've been rooked: you wanted to read a book about spies double-crossing each other, what you got was some guy agonizing about who and what to believe in, with a bit of spy stuff thrown in to wash it all down.