Clive Egleton has always been at the forefront of good, solid spy thrillers and with the arrival of Peter Ashton on to the scene, he has been able to maintain that position.
Sadly, the author died a few years ago, so this book has four more to follow it and then they're finished.
The book was published in 2001 though I suspect it was written in the late 1990s as much of the scene setting is outdated, even for its publication date. However, since we know this is a book of the period, it's easy to overlook this and get on with the story. As usual, there is intrigue both inside and outside MI5, SIS as well as various ex-IRA individuals, Turkish/Greek problems over Cyprus, oh and throw in ex-coppers, snouts and...well, true to the author's form, it does need a bit of concentration to keep at it.
Ashton is typical of the British 'undercover' SIS member as seen by thriller writers of a time past. More like Fleming's original Bond mixed in with le Carre's Smiley people. None of the whizz-bang special effects, just plain old spying, bouts of action, occasional moves in sex (though not much) and a wide knowledge of international affairs. All this makes a welcome change from the afore-mentioned whizz-bang action (I've just read The Scarecrow) and I shall certainly head for book number 9, One Man Running, to follow the hero of this day.