Islamic terrorists plot to blow up a nuclear power plant in upstate New York in this mediocre thriller.
Nicholas Frost used to be one of the government’s top intelligence agents, until he became a hopeless drunk. But when a former Israeli agent named Albert Einstein interrupts him from a bender to break the news that Nicholas’s brother Marco has been killed by a ruthless mercenary named Ryan, Nicholas swears revenge. Turns out Einstein–head of a Jewish terrorist group that carries out suicide bombings against Muslim targets–has his own score to settle with Ryan: Several years ago, she blew up a car in which Einstein was riding. Meanwhile, in Afghanistan, Da’ud Abdulrahman and his brother Hajjaj are plotting to blow up a nuclear plant in upstate New York, calling upon Ryan for assistance in obtaining a weapon. When Einstein’s group receives news of the plot, Nicholas and a team of agents are quickly dispatched to Cannes, where the weapon sale is to take place. Einstein is not interested in the nuclear threat–he just wants Ryan dead–but Nicholas is nobler, and is determined to stop the terrorists as well as avenge Marco’s death. The chase zigzags through Europe, awash in a satisfactory number of shootouts, fast cars and high-tech weaponry. But the story has a tired, paint-by-numbers feel to it, and the plot–though not nearly as complicated as the thickness of the book would seem to indicate–is unwieldy. As perspective shifts frequently, characters enter the narrative at a dizzying rate, only to die as abruptly as they appear. As such, readers will find it difficult to connect with any of the characters on a meaningful level.
Despite solid prose and elaborate settings, flat characters and a ponderous plot render this one inert.