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ANDREW GRANT is a former telecommunications executive. He was born in Birmingham, England and now divides his time between Sheffield and Chicago.

“Modern noir at its best…Here’s hoping Grant is hard at work on the next installment featuring his thoroughly compelling tough guy hero, David Trevellyan.”

—Jeffery Deaver, on Even

In his gritty, action-packed debut, Even, Andrew Grant introduced readers to David Trevellyan, a James Bond for the twentyfirst century. Now, Trevellyan returns in Grant’s latest, a fastpaced, modern thriller fueled by adrenaline and revenge. 

Obliged to leave New York City in the aftermath of his previous mission, David Trevellyan is summoned to the British Consulate in Chicago. To the same office where, just a week before, his new handler was attacked and shot by a Royal Navy Intelligence operative gone bad. Assigned the job of finding the rogue agent and putting an end to his treacherous scheme, Trevellyan soon finds that once again, his only hopes of saving countless innocent lives lie not within the system, but in his own instincts and skills. Trust is an illusion—trust the wrong person, and it could get you killed.

Drawing comparisons to Robert Ludlum, and his own brother, Lee Child, Andrew Grant’s remarkably seasoned voice cuts a new path through the crime thriller genre, continuing to test the limits in this groundbreaking new series.

Publishers Weekly

Lt. Cdr. David Trevellyan continues to operate on U.S. soil in Grant's testosterone-fueled second adventure to feature the British naval intelligence officer (after Even). After leaving behind seven dead bodies in New York City, Trevellyan reports to veteran liaison officer Richard Fothergill in Chicago, where a rogue British operative, Tony McIntyre, is planning to sell a secret and deadly gas to the tiny West African nation of Equatorial Myene. With Fothergill providing intel, Trevellyan attempts to locate McIntyre with orders to effect a “hard arrest,” i.e., kill him, and to recover the gas canisters from either McIntyre or the Africans. The stakes rise as more than one bidder has his sights set on the gas, and Trevellyan and Fothergill have only each other to rely on. Trevellyan is macho enough and deadly enough to satisfy the most jaded thriller fan, though he's slower than most readers will be to figure out what's going on. (May)