An electric thriller where spies go to battle, and the free world is at stake.
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In the final installment in William DeAndrea's Clifford Driscoll series, master spy Driscoll is 'going tame' – that is, recovering from a near-death accident and enjoying domestic peace. Driscoll, now known as Allan Trotter, hasn't killed anyone in more than a year. He still works for the Agency – a super-secret intelligence unit of the US government known only to the president and its founding congressman – but he's too full of pins and plates to be a field agent anymore. To top it off, he's so smitten with beautiful media mogul Regina Hudson that he's contemplating settling down. But Trotter's new life is rudely interrupted when he learns that Soviet spies are bent on taking charge of the upcoming US presidential election. Their instrument is an influential senator, Hank Van Horn, a womanizing bad seed who – despite an upstanding reputation – once murdered one of his own staffers. And as if the election plot wasn't perilous enough, Van Horn's relentless son, Mark, soon gets involved in a very bloody way.