Chasing a scoop on the CIA, a reporter finds his own name on the hit list
In Madison, Wisconsin, a dairy farmer drops dead of a heart attack. A few days later, a small-town citizen in Iowa is killed in a three-car pile-up. Few men know the connection between these deaths, and only one is willing to talk to Harker, an investigative reporter with sources on the inside of every agency in Washington. His source at the CIA is named Trotman, and he knows things that men cannot discuss in the light of day. The two dead men were CIA agents, defectors from Communist states living under assumed names. Trotman tells Harker not out of civic duty, but because the reporter will be one of the next to die.
Getting the story of this terrifying conspiracy down in print is Harker’s only chance for survival. He must work quickly to stay alive, but that’s no problem. Reporters like Harker love deadlines.
Marc Olden (1933�2003) was the author of forty mystery and suspense novels. Born in Baltimore, he began writing while working in New York as a Broadway publicist. His first book, Angela Davis (1973), was a nonfiction study of the controversial Black Panther. In 1973 he also published Narc, under the name Robert Hawke, beginning a hard-boiled nine-book series about a federal narcotics agent.
A year later, Black Samurai introduced Robert Sand, a martial arts expert who becomes the first non-Japanese student of a samurai master. Based on Olden’s own interest in martial arts, which led him to the advanced ranks of karate and aikido, the novel spawned a successful eight-book series. Olden continued writing for the next three decades, often drawing on his fascination with Japanese culture and history.
While traveling, I finished up a book and with no bookstores in town, had to trade it in for another at a hostel and the one I was at had the worst selection ever. This was actually the best book and it was not good, but passed the time while I was on a multi-day hike. Really bad. I feel I could have written something like this in 8th grade. Had I known there was a market, I would have pursued this career.
Sorry to say that this was a terrible book from one of my favorite authors. It seemed more like someone trying to copy Marc Oldens style and doing a very bad job at it. Filled with bad film noir type one liners just about on every page. It was confusing and tiresome. I have to admit after the first few chapters I sort of skipped paragraphs and skimmed others. Could barely finish this. Don't think I'll go on to book two. I'll just remember his better books and be done with it.
This was interesting in places, and unbelievable in others. First of all there were a number of times that the word 'mark' was written 'Marc.' This newspaperman was married for a while to a prostitute! He gets information which could have him killed, and takes lots of risks. I don't know that I would read any further adventures.