Robert Bly seems to be on the warpath in this debut novel of father-love digging in its heels against a berserk free-lance terrorist. When his son Hugo gets maimed by a bomb in a Paris cafe, American futures speculator Michael Collins--long divorced from Hugo's French mother, Veronique--goes after the bomber, a South American terrorist named Diego. But after he bungles his attempt on Diego's life-- stalking and gut-shooting him but not fatally--he's expelled from France, then gets a note in the mail: ``FIRST HIM, THEN YOU.'' Who can protect Hugo from Diego and get Collins another shot at him? The Mossad, of course, and Collins promises imperturbable Shima, his contact, $20 million for the job. Now an intermission while Collins and his souped-up computer program plunge coolly on the international currency markets, netting the stake but also bringing the speculator coincidentally to the attention of Diego's secret backer--Gunther Waffen, ex-Nazi, ex-Stasi, who's bankrolling a wide-ranging variety of terrorist attacks in order to drive international bankers from the field so that he can single-handedly devalue the dollar, pausing only for frequent, detailed sex with Diego's second-in-command, nubile Ileana (quite a contrast with Collins's chastely described couplings with loyal, irrelevant Sarah). There'll be more rat-a-tat-tat stalkings, kidnappings, an airline hijacking, and the obligatory trap for Diego, with Collins and Hugo as the heavily armed bait, before a blissful fade-out--when the kid, who's only 14, catches the eye of a decorative waitress and his father winks and asks him to be home for breakfast. Lots of one-line paragraphs, bang-bang action, and gratuitous sex, some of it pretty kinky (terrorist bondage, Stasi threesomes, etc.). Happy Father's Day.