Even (A David Trevellyan Thriller)
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But Trevellyan isn’t worried. He’s a hard man from the shadowy world of Royal Navy Intelligence. He’s been in and out of trouble a thousand times before. But the NYPD quickly hands the problem to the FBI. Trevellyan is sucked deeper into the system. And the British Consulate tells him: You’re on your own now, mate.
With no idea who’s a friend and who’s a foe, he penetrates deep into a huge international conspiracy. The price of failure will be death, and the reward for success will be redemption, both for himself and the huddled corpse from the alley. The motivation will be his cherished life-long belief: You don’t get mad—you get EVEN.
If Jack Reacher had a younger brother, he’d be David Trevellyan. Lee Child does have a younger brother, and his name is Andrew Grant. A remarkable debut, Even delivers on its own—a tight, fast-paced, modern thriller fueled by adrenaline and revenge.
bombs. Where are they?” “Nowhere. There aren’t any. You’re on a wild-goose chase.” “We aren’t. Maher found detonators. Bomb-making equipment.” “He did. But no explosive. And he said miniature. Focus on that.” “Prepacked explosive, so no trace. And powerful, so small size.” “No. Something else altogether.” “Maher’s people are on this, you know. They’re the best. And they’re thinking there must be a large number of devices. Each one too small to do much harm on its own. But coordinated, so
overturned gravestone. “Downstairs, was the death penalty mentioned?” he said. “It might have been,” I said. “I can’t remember. People are threatening to kill me all the time. And yet, here I am.” “Good. Because I’ve changed my mind. I’ve got something else lined up for you.” “An apology? A first-class ticket back to London?” “An eight-by-ten cell,” he said, reaching to his left and slowly drawing the edge of his hand across the shiny surface. “Think about it. That’s about a quarter of the
you. But the feds think otherwise.” “How come?” “Hamad worked for you. The other dead guys worked for you. They don’t think that’s a coincidence.” “Of course it is. And you need more than a coincidence to get a warrant.” “They do have more.” “Like what?” “I have it here. I can show you. But before I do, I want to get something straight.” Taylor’s phone began to ring before he could reply. He excused himself, answered it, and listened for a few moments. “Sorry,” he said. “My housecleaner’s
clinic now. This afternoon. There’s no time to delay.” “We can’t do that,” Varley said. “We need confirmation that no other agencies are already into this. They could have people in there, undercover. Then we need surveillance. As of now, we have no idea what we’d be walking into. Or whether the big fish are even there. And we need foolproof cooperation from the other cities. It’s no good taking one crew down and letting four more walk away.” “And something else,” Weston said. “The other end.
don’t obsess over later. We’re not talking days. As soon as we’re done here, we’ll get onto INS. Kyle will get the tech crews rolling. I’ll liaise with the other cities, personally. I’ll talk to the overseas guys, as well. Then, when we know the who and the where, we’ll move. It’ll be tomorrow morning, at the latest.” “What if Taylor warns them before tomorrow?” Tanya said. “We’ll up the watch on the airports,” Lavine said. “All flights in and out of that region.” “And Taylor can’t warn