Murder in the CIA
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4.0 • 40 Ratings
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Publisher Description
“She invades the turf of John le Carré. . . . It is very good.”—Los Angeles Times Book Review
Barrie Mayer, a beautiful Washington literary agent, arrives at London’s Heathrow Airport with plenty of time to make her flight to Budapest, where she’s planning to meet an author. The airport is crowded, but it’s not a scheduling problem that keeps Barrie from getting off the ground.
The doctors call her death a heart attack, but her best friend, Collette Cahill, has her doubts. A CIA agent herself, Collette knows that Barrie was carrying more than just contracts to Hungary. Then Collette gets the order from above: Find out what happened to Barrie. And, more important, what happened to her briefcase.
So Collette sets off on a search that will take her from London to Washington to the Caribbean, from restaurants to psychiatrists’ offices to bedrooms. After all—even CIA agents lose their hearts every now and then. But Collette may lose her life. . . .
“Her most far-ranging and, arguably, her best.”—New Woman
PUBLISHERS WEEKLY
Truman's seventh thriller shows a deepening knowledge of her craft, topping her previous bestsellers, Murder in the White House, etc. CIA agent Colette Cahill heads a big cast of intriguers, American and foreign. Cahill's friend Barrie Nelson is a literary agent who dies suddenly on her way to meet a Hungarian author. The official verdict is heart failure, but Cahill suspects murder and investigates. The self-assignment takes her to the Virgin Islands, where Nelson's lover, a fellow agent, spies on Soviet visitors; to a psychiatrist in New York whom the dead woman had consulted; to Budapest and back to Washington. Everywhere Cahill is in imminent danger and embittered by evidence that neither the CIA nor rival intelligence agencies respect law, only one-upmanship. This is a colorful, seething story of cruelty and corruption that discloses how far the U.S. organization has deviated from its purpose since it was set up by President Truman in 1947written by one who knows.
