Critique de Kirkus

DeMille (The Panther, 2012, etc.) follows former NYPD detective John Corey, the bane of Middle Eastern terrorists, after he's contracted to the Diplomatic Surveillance Group. Corey's sardonic voice drives this adventure, as he and his team surveil Russian U.N. delegate and SVR Col. Vasily Petrov. There's reason to pay attention: SVR equals Russian CIA. After Corey's bounced around alphabet-soup counterterror groupsand followed too few rulesCorey's bosses think the tamer DSG will keep him out of trouble, but the assignment's causing marital friction. His wife, FBI Agent Kate Mayfield, remains with the Anti-Terrorism Task Force, and her boss has the hots for her. Tailing a "dip" or not, Corey's got cop instincts. He knows something bad is afoot when Petrov and his SVR companions motor to a Russian oligarch's Long Island mansion and then sneak away on a pleasure boat. Corey doesn't trust Russians, noting that "when I compared them to the Islamist I had spent years following and investigating, I had no doubt who was the most dangerous." Good instincts: Petrov's supposed to "destroy Lower Manhattan and destroy all evidence of who had perpetrated the attack." The Russian is a desperate dude with daddy issues: his SMERSH-veteran father, a recipient of the Order of Lenin, messaged, "Come home in glory. Or do not come home." Complications arise when Buckminster Harris, a double-secret CIA-type, shows up. Harris left Corey to die in Yemen. And Corey's supposed trainee partner, Tess Faraday? She's a Harris-controlled undercover State Department Intelligence agent. In a plot as high-speed as the SAFE-boat Corey uses to chase Petrov, DeMille offers a less-verbose version of Clancy's Sum of All Fears, all while rendering Long Island familiarly and adding sparks between Corey and Tess. Perfect summer beach reading, with or without margaritas, full of Glock-and-boat action. Copyright Kirkus Reviews, used with permission.