As he drove, he listened for any noise from his passenger in the backseat. He had another ten kilometers to go before he could rest, and so he climbed into the driver's seat, started the engine, and continued on his northeast journey. Delighted, he shivered and hugged himself and laughed out loud. The savory smell of shashlik roasting on an open fire, the clink of a metal spoon against glass as the small dollop of jam was stirred into his tea, the meaty slap of fish against the surface of the lake as they leapt to catch bottle flies. He stood in ecstasy, the poem inviting back so many memories of his childhood. The man had rolled down all the windows of his car to let in the breezes, but soon, overcome by his senses, he killed the engine and stepped out of the blue Lada. The sky, for a few hours a shade blacker than black, punctured by a million pinpricks of light, bathed in the vaporous light of the Milky Way. The night air, as balmy, and as dense, as an evening spent on a Georgian holiday beach. The luminous shale road cut through the forest in an unbroken line-a white scar gouged into the land, shining pale and lustrous beneath a three-quarter moon. As did the tall, slender pines that stretched on formidably, lining both sides of the road like restless armies facing each other before a battle. At night, with the warm summer breezes, the birch groves came alive, their topmost branches whipping carelessly in all directions. Department of Defense, Black Wolf is a riveting new spy thriller from an Edgar-nominated crime writer, and a biting exploration of the divide between two nations, two masterminds, and two roles played by a woman pushed to her breaking point, where she’ll learn that you can only ever trust one person: yourself.īut at night. But could a serial killer be at work? Especially if he knew no one was watching? As Mel searches for answers, she catches the eye of an entirely different kind of threat: the elusive and petrifying “Black Wolf,” head of the KGB.įilled with insider details from the author’s own time working under the direction of the U.S. Soviet law enforcement is firm: murder is a capitalist disease. To the prying eyes of the KGB, she is merely a secretary to her CIA minders, she is the only one who can stop the flow of nuclear weapons from the crumbling Soviet Union into the Middle East.įor Mel has a secret she is a “super recognizer,” someone who never forgets a face. But no training could prepare her for the reality of life undercover, and for the streets of Minsk, where women have been disappearing. It is 1990 when Melvina Donleavy arrives in Soviet Belarus on her first undercover mission with the CIA, alongside three fellow agents-none of whom know she is playing two roles. A "masterful" and "riveting" thriller about a female CIA agent whose extraordinary facial recognition powers lead her into the dangerous heart of the Soviet Union-and the path of a killer who shouldn’t exist (Joseph Finder, New York Times bestselling author).
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