The armistice has been all but signed. As one master operative puts it,
"The Cold War has lost its Freon." And as people all over the world
rejoice, America's intelligence profession prepares to cut back
operations. With the old East-West rivalry gone, the planet has no
further need for spies. So it would seem.
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The armistice has been all but signed. The Cold War is over. The world has no further use for spies. Or so it would seem.Fortunately, Devereaux – the spy they call November – knows better. Even now, he finds himself and his implacable nemesis locked in a deadly battle. The backdrop is the secret war of terrorism waged by an insidious…
Fortunately, Devereaux - the spy they call November - knows better. Even
now, he finds himself and his implacable nemesis locked in a deadly
battle. The backdrop is a secret war of terrorism waged by an insidious
mastermind combining the bloodiest back-alley tactics of Irish
republicanism with the sleek financial machinations of Wall Street. And
exploits them both.
For Devereaux, this mission becomes more than another assignment
reluctantly undertaken for his long-standing employer, R Section. It's
deeply personal: an assassin has struck at Rita Macklin, the journalist
whose love he has at last begun to accept and reciprocate. Behind the
attacks is a man who has proven to have many identities and many lives,
a killer without conscience or country, now seeking his final revenge
against the November Man. Now Devereaux has but a single goal: kill
Henry McGee, before he can strike again.