Kyle Mills has been the new thriller writer to watch in recent years, often championed by venerable old-timer Tom Clancy, and after a string of exciting thrillers, with this book he looks sure to breaks into the big time. Fast-paced, witty and intelligent - this reads like pared-down Clancy, stripped of all that wearisome baggage he feels obliged to dump on us(note: fiction is not reportage - just because you researched all this stuff doesn't mean we want to hear about every detail). Mills' politics have become more ambiguous as his career has progressed, until here he feels free to explore some pretty murky waters, to thrilling effect. Mark Beamon has emerged as a wonderfully taciturn, sardonic hero, unafraid to bend the rules til they break, to get his hands dirty as he comes up against some pretty unappetising truths.
Owing as much to Nelson DeMille as Clancy, this is marked with a wry wit to match the techno-thrills, and the murky world of espionage and international crime and terrorism is evoked with chilling cedibility.
First-rate thriller writing by a young talent now apparently flowering into a great writer. I look forward to Mills next book.