Dance with the Dragon (Kirk McGarvey Series #12)

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The CIA is on edge. All signs indicate that something is coming at the United States. Perhaps another 9/11, maybe bigger.

The body of CIA agent Louis Updegraf ends up on the steps of the US Embassy in Mexico. His last operation was to tap into the communications of the Chinese Embassy, but there is no record of why. He appeared to be freelancing and the Agency must scramble ...
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Overview

The CIA is on edge. All signs indicate that something is coming at the United States. Perhaps another 9/11, maybe bigger.

The body of CIA agent Louis Updegraf ends up on the steps of the US Embassy in Mexico. His last operation was to tap into the communications of the Chinese Embassy, but there is no record of why. He appeared to be freelancing and the Agency must scramble to get a clue as to what he was after.

Kirk McGarvey, serving as a visiting professor at the University of Florida, is once again longing for the action of the field. So when his old friend Otto Rencke asks him to help figure out the connection between China and the murdered agent, it takes almost no effort to get McGarvey up and running.

The only informant they can find is an enigmatic Iranian belly dancer-the dark and lovely Shahrzad Shadmand. But her story changes with the wind, and her knowledge of McGarvey's past is uncanny. Kirk McGarvey must unravel her shattered mind to get to something that might resemble the truth.
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Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly

In Hagberg's solid 10th thriller to feature ex-CIA director Kirk McGarvey (after Allah's Scorpion), McGarvey leaves retirement to look into the shooting death of a CIA operative in Chihuahua, Mexico. At the center of the mystery is Chinese superagent Gen. Liu Hung, who from his embassy compound in Mexico City throws lavish parties replete with underage whores for Mexican and U.S. officials. This is an espionage tale of deep intrigue, puzzles wrapped in enigmas, triple crosses and brutal murders perpetrated by ruthless killers-and those are just the CIA guys. At times, the action slows while traditional tradecraft is meticulously described and various characters sit around tables trying to figure out what's really going on. Hagberg is known for being prescient about terrorist events, and the finale sets up the terrifying challenge McGarvey will face in the next installment. One can only hope America's real-life enemies haven't thought to study this series. (Sept.)

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"Hagberg once again displays his wide and deep inside knowledge of intelligence and military tradecraft."--Publishers Weekly on Allah's Scorpion

"David Hagberg writes the most realistic, prophetic thrillers I have ever read. His books should be required reading in Washington."--Stephen Coonts

"David Hagberg runs in the same fast, high-tech track as Clancy and his gung-ho colleagues, with lots of war games, fancy weapons, and much male bonding."--The New York Daily News

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780765347343
  • Publisher: Doherty, Tom Associates, LLC
  • Publication date: 12/2/2008
  • Series: Kirk McGarvey Series , #12
  • Format: Mass Market Paperback
  • Edition description: First Edition
  • Edition number: 1
  • Pages: 448
  • Sales rank: 333,646
  • Product dimensions: 6.82 (w) x 4.12 (h) x 1.17 (d)

Meet the Author

DAVID HAGBERG is a former Air Force cryptographer who has traveled extensively in Europe, the Arctic, and the Caribbean and has spoken at CIA functions. He has published more than twenty novels of suspense, including the bestselling Joshua's Hammer, Soldier of God, and Allah's Scorpion. He makes his home in Sarasota, Florida.

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Chapter 1

The foothills of northern Mexico’s Sierra Madre were bathed in the cold silver light of a full October moon as Louis Updegraf stopped a moment behind a stand of pine trees to catch his breath. Somehow everything had gone horribly wrong over the past two weeks, and this evening he was running for his life because of what he’d learned. The job was no longer a game.

At thirty-three he was a tall man, well built, with a dark complexion and a large Gallic nose. Not so long ago, someone he thought was a friend had told him that he could be Gerard Depardieu’s twin bother. He’d thought the French actor was good, but not very handsome. But that was the story of his life; there was always something not quite right.

He had come west, just below the crests of the hills, and he figured by now he was at least three miles from the compound. The city of Chihuahua was spread out below in the valley, and as he took out his 9 mm Beretta 92F and ejected the magazine to check the pistol’s load for the third time, an Aeromexico 727 took off from CUU Airport in the distance and headed southeast toward Mexico City. He was supposed to be on that flight, he reflected bitterly. From here it was a long walk. But if he could get into town he could call for help, though how he would explain his presence up here he hadn’t figured out.

First things first. He had to stay alive long enough to reach a telephone.

He stepped out from the shelter of the trees and continued west, angling down into the valley where he thought he could intercept the highway to Cuauhtémoc. From there it might be possible to get a ride into Chihuahua, provided the Doll’s people didn’t catch up with him.

In high school in Madison, Wisconsin, he had been an all-star quarterback on the football team, and he had gone to UW to study political science on a four-year football scholarship. In his senior year he had taken the school to the Rose Bowl, and in the eleven years since then he’d not let himself get out of shape. It was one thing in his life that he was proud of, one thing that no one could take away from him.

He was dressed lightly, in blue jeans, T-shirt, and windbreaker, sneakers on his feet, and although the mountain air was chilly at this hour he was sweating by the time he reached the power lines two hundred meters southwest. The high-voltage lines came down to the city in a broad swath cut through the trees.

Once again Updegraf halted up in the shelter of the forest. It was possible that no one was coming for him. But it was equally possible not only that they were somewhere behind him, but that they may have doubled around and gotten ahead of him. It was possible that Roaz’s shooters were right now waiting in the woods across the fifty-meter grassy lane that was lit up like day.

He nervously switched the safety catch to the off position, and then on again. It would be just his rotten luck to stumble on a rock and shoot himself. Save the opposition the trouble.

Cocking an ear, he held his breath to listen for something, a snatch of conversation, a rustling branch, a dislodged rock tumbling down the hill. But except for the sounds of a hunting bird in the distance, perhaps a hawk or a screech howl, and the light breeze in the treetops, the hillside was silent.

Updegraf weighed his chances. Miguel Roaz and the people working for him were smart, but then they had been trained by Chinese intelligence, so they knew their jobs well. On top of that they were highly motivated. There was a lot of money involved. A fabulous amount of money. More than any of them could possibly grasp.

“Señor, please to put down your weapon,” someone called from across the clearing.

Updegraf’s heart lurched. He stepped back, and as he switched the safety catch off and started to raise his pistol, someone was right behind him, the muzzle of a gun pressed to the base of his skull.

“Don’t do anything foolish,” a man speaking English with a heavy Mexican accent warned.

Louis didn’t recognize the voice, but he could have been any one of the dozen security people from the compound. He didn’t know them all. But the fact that he and the other one were here meant that they knew he’d gone over the wall almost immediately after he’d tried to drive into town and been turned back.

“What do you want?” he asked.

“The camera. It wasn’t in your car, which means you must have it with you.”

“Then what?” Updegraf asked. There wasn’t a chance in hell they would let him leave here alive even if he gave them the digital camera that had been used to snap pictures of the guests, especially the new one whose presence had come as a total surprise. He had to survive to call this home.

The Mexican laughed softly. “Then you can either come back to the house for your car, or continue with your hike in the woods.”

Updegraf weighed his chances, which didn’t seem very good. The muzzle of a pistol was pressed firmly against the back of his skull. If he tried to duck or turn suddenly so that he could bring his own pistol to bear, he would most likely get a bullet in the head. But he had no other options. What he’d learned was too important.

“Okay, you win,” he said. He started to reach into his jacket pocket, but the Mexican jammed the pistol even harder.

“First drop your gun.”

Updegraf suddenly felt calm, the same way he had just before every key play in a football game. All he could do was his best. “You’re going to shoot me anyway—,” he said, and he suddenly turned away as he brought his pistol up over his left shoulder.

A thunderclap burst inside his head, and for an instant he saw a billion stars all cascading one over the other. The sight was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.

Mexico City

CIA station chief Gilbert Perry parked his smoked silver Mercedes 500SL in his spot behind the U.S. embassy on Paseo de la Reforma a full hour before his customary time of nine in the morning, and took the ambassador’s elevator up to his suite of offices on the fourth floor. Tom Chauncy, his number two, had telephoned at six this morning telling him to get his ass to the embassy. Something so big was up that it could not be discussed on an open line.

“We goddamned well might have to shut down the entire operation until we get this shit straightened out!” Chauncy had shouted.

Perry, who’d prided himself on his cool demeanor under fire—he’d spent three months in Kabul and a full thirty days doing dirty duty at Baghdad’s Abu Ghraib—was irritated. He damned well was going to have it out with Thomas. Gentlemen simply did not lose their heads in a crisis, and they certainly did not speak to a superior officer in such a peremptory fashion, no matter what the reason. A report of this incident would be placed in Chauncy’s personnel jacket.

At six three, with a slender build, penetrating blue eyes, a narrow angular face, and a thick head of hair parted down the middle that had turned gray when he was in his freshman year at Harvard, Perry was called “the Judge” by friends, a sobriquet he discouraged, but one that he secretly enjoyed.

His cover as special assistant for cultural affairs gave him the opportunity to mingle socially with President Ricardo Sabina and other high-ranking Mexican government officials, as well as with the upper echelons of the foreign diplomatic corps here. Symphonies, operas, ballets, fine restaurants, hunting lodges in the mountains, lavish fishing retreats along the Gulf and Pacific coasts, and a nearly endless stream of cocktail parties, receptions, and full dress balls, all were exactly his cup of tea. He’d confided to a friend in Washington that at thirty-eight he was young for this sort of duty, but being here was preparing him for the eventuality of becoming the deputy director of Central Intelligence. It was a position he felt he’d been born for.

When Perry got off the elevator, Chauncy appeared at the end of the corridor, at the door to the secure room that they used as a conference center. Other than the communications center in the basement, the conference room was the safest spot in the entire embassy. It was electronically and mechanically shielded from the outside world. Whatever was said or done there was perfectly immune to any means of surveillance.

Except for humint—human intelligence, Perry thought as he walked down the hall. “What’s all this fuss about?”

“Glad you’re here, finally,” Chauncy said. He stepped aside. “Inside.”

Perry followed him into the windowless room, the first glimmerings of doubt entering his mind. At forty-five Chauncy was too old, too overweight, and too much of a blue-collar man ever to rise higher in the CIA than he already was, but his was generally a steady hand in a situation. But this morning it was plain that the man was concerned, even frightened.

Chauncy closed the door and flipped the light switch that operated the door lock and activated the electronic countersurveillance equipment. “It’s about Louis,” he said.

Perry’s stomach did a slow, sour roll. “What about him?” he asked, careful to keep his voice level.

“He’s dead. Took a bullet to the side of his head.”

“Good Lord,” Perry said softly, and he sat down at the long conference table. “Where?” he asked.

“I said a bullet to the side of his head.”

Perry looked up. “No, I mean where was he found? Who found him? I hope to God it wasn’t Janet.” Janet was Updegraf’s wife. She and Louis had a trendy apartment in the city’s La Condesa neighborhood. She was a cow who stupidly trusted everything her husband told her, but nobody deserved to find her husband lying in a pool of blood.

“It wasn’t Janet. Someone from the Red Cross up in Chihuahua called the switchboard a couple hours ago, said they needed to talk to someone in security. It was about a dead American whose body had been dumped in front of the hospital’s emergency-room entrance. So the locator called me.”

“Good heavens,” Perry cried. “What was he doing all the way up there?”

“I haven’t a clue,” Chauncy admitted. “I was hoping that you might know something.”

Perry felt as if he was going to be sick at his stomach. “Are we absolutely positive that it was Louis?”

“It gets worse, Gil,” Chauncy said. “The people at the hospital found his ID. They didn’t know what to do with it, so they turned it over to the Red Cross along with his other belongings.”

“What do you mean, his ID?”

“Just that,” Chauncy said. “His CIA identification card.”

CIA officers in the field never carried anything that could link them to the Company. It just wasn’t done. “That’s not possible,” Perry said.

“They gave a good description.”

Perry closed his eyes for a moment to give himself time to think. The entire CIA operation in Mexico could easily unravel over this incident. If that happened it would be the chief of station who took the fall.

“I want you to get up there right now and put a lid on it,” Perry said. “This hits the media and we’re dead. In the meantime I’ll do what I can here to put out any fires that might develop.”

“What about Louis’s body?” Chauncy asked.

“I don’t care,” Perry said, but then he changed his mind. “No, get it out of Mexico. Fly it up to the Air Force hospital in San Antonio and have it autopsied.” He shook his head. “Tell them that Louis did not commit suicide. He was murdered, and I want the proof.”

Copyright © 2007 by David Hagberg. All rights reserved.

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  • Posted December 9, 2008

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    superb espionage thriller

    Retired CIA director turned guest professor at the University of Southern Florida Kirk McGarvey is assigned to lead the investigation into the shooting death of CIA agent Louis Updegraf who was murdered at the entrance to the American embassy in Chihuahua, Mexico. Louis¿ last operation was wiretapping into the Chinese embassy, but none of his superiors apparently know who assigned him or why. --- Kirk quickly finds a link between Iran and China in Mexico, but the connection is the dead American spy. His clues lead him to Iranian belly dancer Shahrzad Shadmand, but her lies send Kirk down false paths. The former CIA head also follows clues that focus on Chinese espionage agent General Liu, who resides in his country¿s compound in Mexico City where he arranges for galas attended by North American diplomats who appreciate his juvenile whores. Still Kirk is unable to learn what Louis sought, but he knows the veteran agent would not go fishing unless something big is coming and besides the enemy would not murder him unless they need time to accomplish this big incident. With a creepy déjà vu premonition, Kirk fears another 9/11 level terrorist event is being executed. --- This is a superb espionage thriller that will have the audience wondering along side of the hero what is going on as red herrings and triple crosses are the norm. The fast-paced story line grips the reader once Kirk begins to connect the Iranian belly DANCE WITH THE DRAGON from China, but is unable to figure out any of the whys. The climax is terrific as it provides closure yet sets up the next story which is going to be the only complaint ¿ waiting for the follow-up to this stupendous saga. --- Harriet Klausner

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  • Posted February 16, 2009

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    Review of "Dance with the Dragon".

    Kirk Mcgravey's novels usually kick ass. This book was no different. If you like the "Kirk Mcgarvey" series, you will enjoy this book.<BR/><BR/>If you are a newbie to the "David Hagberg" novels, i would recommend some of his earlier books before this one like "Soldier of God", "Joshua's Hammer" and "White House".<BR/><BR/>The reason? This book was not as fast paced as his prior novels.

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  • Posted January 29, 2009

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    Dancing With The Stars

    David Hagberg hits it right with this top thriller involving the CIA and assorted foreign bad guys. It's hard to trust anyone involved in this caper, and that's the way I like it. Hagberg plays his cards carefully and I enjoyed the turn of each one up to the final trump. Let's get on with the next one!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 13, 2008

    Kirk - Get Another Divorce Already

    Nick & Nora Charles they ain't. The exploits of Kirk McGarvey are hampered by the implausible plot twists to accommodate the Missus. As I read this series I keep hoping that the terrorists will kill this neurotic contrivance and be done with her. By now the plot line is evident and must somehow weave threats involving McGarvey's family as a time worn vehicle. Enough already! 86 the wife and the rest of his family

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