The Seventh Floor

A rare combination of experience and talent Mick Herron 'His best yet ... Superb, addictively suspenseful, its politics and tradecraft coolly accurate, scary, intricate and complex ... The new maestro of espionage thrillers' Simon Sebag Montefiore 'A John le Carr level game of cat and mouse. It could have only been written by someone like David McCloskey, who has an insiders sharp angle' David Baldacci THE THIRD NOVEL FROM FORMER CIA OFFICER AND THE BESTSELLING AUTHOR OF ***THE TIMES THRILLER OF THE YEAR***DAMASCUS STATION ('One of the best spy thrillers in years' THE TIMES) AND ***SUNDAY TIMES BOOK OF THE YEAR*** MOSCOW X ALL YOUR LIFE YOU'RE CIA. THEN YOU'RE NOT. A Russian arrives in Singapore with a secret to sell. When the Russian is killed and Sam Joseph, the CIA officer dispatched for the meet, goes missing, Artemis Procter is made a scapegoat and run out of the service. Traded back in a spy swap, Sam appears at Procters central Florida doorstep months later with an explosive secret: there is a Russian mole hidden deep within the upper reaches of CIA. As Procter and Sam investigate, they arrive at a shortlist of suspects made up of both Procters closest friends and fiercest enemies. The hunt soon requires Procter to dredge up her own checkered past in service of CIA, placing her and Sam into the sights of a savvy Russian spymaster who will protect Moscows mole in Langley at all costs, even if it means wreaking bloody havoc across the United States. Bouncing between the corridors of Langley and the Kremlin, the thrilling new novel by David McCloskey explores the nature of friendship in a faithless business, and what it means to love a place that does not love you back. *****FIVE STAR READER REVIEWS: 'Great spy thriller that is absolutely riveting in its intensity' 'David McCloskey's novels are only getting better' 'The best yet ... Hard to put down' 'Best work to date! No shortage of intrigue, twists, characters that are real, written by someone in the know' 'A thoroughly exciting read which had me dashing to its conclusion'