It may be two years since I
read the last André Warner thriller, The
Man Who Hunted Himself, but it doesn’t matter, I quickly re-entered his
first-person world. The writing as ever is consistent where the character is
the usual mix of a flawed and deadly assassin. Warner holds little back: he’s
over-confident, a red-blooded male doubtless unwelcome in modern MeToo society,
who is nevertheless gallant, bold and brave with an ambivalent conscience.
This time he takes on a
killing task for a friend, a friend who saved his life. It involves tracking a British
double-agent in Finland and eliminating him. As we’ve come to expect, it isn’t
as simple as all that. There are complications, presented by Warner’s current
love interest Maura, the machinations of a local gangland boss, and the
ever-insidious influence of The Syndicate.
If you want fast-paced
action, a strong main character, detail that puts you in the action and paints a realistic image of various countries covered,
then look no further than this thriller, which has all that and plenty of more,
with twists and surprises to please many an aficionado.
I’m looking forward to the
follow-up tome, She Kills.
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