Black Crags

"When a mystery illness strikes at an American military base situated deep in the Yorkshire Wolds, world-renowned virus expert Dr James Robinson is sent to investigate. Robinson, accompanied by a disaster-relief team, arrives at Black Crags to find one person already dead and fifty more seriously ill. Yet Robinson soon appears more interested in causing considerable damage to the Station Commander's private stash of Scotch than in combatting the disease, and his penchant for the amber liquor raises questions over Robinson's ability to carry out his duties.

But nothing at Black Crags is quite what it seems. Robinson soon finds that the base itself serves a far more surreptitious role than he was led to believe; that the disaster-relief team may have CIA connections and a secondary, and far more sinister, purpose at Black Crags; and that the virus might be a smokescreen to cover something even more disturbing.

Yet Robinson has his own dark secrets, too. Although loosely following the orders issued by his paymasters his real agenda instead revolves around the fallout from events at a remote research station down in the Antarctic barely a year ago. Driven by revenge, rather than a sense of duty, Robinson will stop at nothing in order to accomplish his personal mission at Black Crags …"

Black Crags is a dry, droll, slow-burning, slightly "old-school" thriller with a twist in the tail and a central character whose loyalties and motives remain decidedly murky right through to the end.