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"David Trevellyan takes a lonely late-night walk between a restaurant and his New York City hotel. A familiar huddled shape in the mouth of an alley catches his eye. A homeless man has been shot to death. Trevellyan steps forward...and a police car arrives. A split second too late, Trevellyan realizes he's been set up for a murder rap." "Trevellyan isn't worried. He's a survivor from the shadowy world of the Royal Naval Intelligence Division. Used to working undercover - sometimes with the approval of his masters, and sometimes not - he's been in and out of trouble a thousand times before. Nevertheless, the NYPD quickly hands the problem to the FBI, and Trevellyan is sucked deeper into the system." "Moreover, the British Consul tells him, "You're on your own now, pal." Obliged to clear his name, he acts alone. With no idea who's a friend and who's a foe, he penetrates deep into a huge international conspiracy. The price of failure will be death, and the reward for success will be redemption, both for himself and the huddled corpse from the alley. The motivation will be his cherished lifelong belief: You don't get mad - you get even.
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Jason Bourne fans will welcome Grant's thrill-packed debut, which introduces Lt. Cdr. David Trevellyan, of Royal Navy Intelligence. Near the end of a mission in New York City, Trevellyan's chance discovery late one night of a bum in an alley with six neatly arranged bullet holes in his chest makes the secret operative the NYPD's prime suspect in the man's murder. After the FBI takes over the case, Trevellyan learns the victim was an undercover agent for the bureau, the sixth to die in a series of killings. Disavowed by his British bosses, Trevellyan realizes he has to fend for himself in what is clearly some sort of frameup. A villainess with a taste for genital mutilation lends a James Bondian touch, but Grant, bestseller Lee Child's younger brother, never strikes a false note in a plot that could have gone over-the-top in lesser hands. Effortlessly filling in bits of his protagonist's backstory during breathing spaces between action scenes, Grant closes on a nicely dark note. Author tour. (May)

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Grant's debut thriller introduces British naval intelligence officer David Trevellyan, who's just finished a job in New York when he's framed for the murder of an undercover FBI agent. To clear himself, Trevellyan burrows into the multimillion-dollar operation headed by Lesley, surely one of the most diabolical women in fiction, who takes pleasure in removing the testicles of men whose performance displeases her. With her capture in midbook, the plot sags a bit until one crime morphs into another, from the murders of a team of skilled ex-military contractors just back from Iraq to organ harvesting to terrorism. Military-trained Trevellyan is big, strong, resourceful, independent, and thinks outside the box; if he's reminiscent of Jack Reacher, note that Grant is Lee Child's younger brother, and the two authors will do some joint promotional appearances. An overly complicated plot notwithstanding, this is a stylish, suspenseful, and overall stunning debut, essential for all thriller collections. [See Prepub Mystery, LJ2/1/09; library marketing.]
—Michele Leber

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Praise for Even:

“Andrew Grant's debut novel reads like it was written by an old pro with new things to say. Even is a bit of LeCarre and Ian Fleming, but with more grit and a sharper edge. Wonderful sardonic wit and crackling dialogue.” —Nelson DeMille

"In Even, Andrew Grant introduces British naval intelligence officer David Trevellyan, a man born to fight and trained to win, locked in a suspenseful contest with terrifying adversaries. An excellent thriller that feels like breaking news." —Thomas Perry

"The first paragraph is a whopper. . .the last one made me gasp. With surprise. With delight. David Trevellyan is by turns witty and wicked. Fans of 007 will be shaken and stirred." —Sandra Brown

"Modern noir at its best . . . Even is brilliantly plotted and smart, and delivers the bone-jarring kick of a .45. Here's hoping author Grant is hard at work on the next installment featuring his thoroughly compelling tough guy hero, David Trevellyan." —Jeffery Deaver

"Andrew Grant storms onto the scene with a thriller that is pure entertainment. He has a relentless writing style that is grippingly addictive and heralds a remarkable talent in the making. I couldn't put it down." —Vince Flynn

"Move over Jason Bourne. British Marine David Trevellyan can outwit, outmaneuver and overpower the best of them in this rocket-ride of a thriller. I always like a man who knows how to get even..." —Lisa Gardner, New York Times bestselling author of The Neighbor

"Even is a slam-bam humdinger of a thriller, with breakneck pacing that won't leave you even a moment to catch your breath. Andrew Grant has created a hero so intriguing that readers will surely clamor for the next book in what I hope will be a long-lived series. I will certainly be looking forward to it!" —Tess Gerritsen

"Think a young, British, Jason Bourne framed and trapped in New York City and running for his life. Think about a new author on the scene who writes action like a veteran. Think about trying to put this book down, and then clear your calendar: it ain't going to happen." — Ridley Pearson

“Grant, bestseller Lee Child's younger brother, never strikes a false note in a plot that could have gone over-the-top in lesser hands. Effortlessly filling in bits of his protagonist's backstory during breathing spaces between action scenes, Grant closes on a nicely dark note.” –Publishers Weekly (starred review)

“Trevellyan is likely to be compared to [Grant’s] brother’s hero, Jack Reacher, or even to James Bond…there can be no doubt that we have a new guy on the block who requires attention.” –Booklist

“A stylish, suspenseful, and overall stunning debut, essential for all thriller collections.” –Library Journal (starred review)

“[Andrew Grant’s] debut effort stands on its own as a well-oiled machine of a thriller that satisfies at every turn.”

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780312358488
  • Publisher: St. Martin's Press
  • Publication date: 3/30/2010
  • Series: David Trevellyan Series , #1
  • Format: Mass Market Paperback
  • Edition description: First Edition
  • Edition number: 1
  • Pages: 384
  • Product dimensions: 4.10 (w) x 6.90 (h) x 1.00 (d)

Meet the Author

Andrew Grant

ANDREW GRANT is a former telecommunications executive. He was born in Birmingham, England and now divides his time between Sheffield and Chicago.

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CHAPTER ONE

When I saw the body, my first thought was to just keep on walking.

This one had nothing to do with me.

There was no logical reason to get involved.

I managed two more steps. If the alleyway had been a little cleaner, there's a chance I might have kept on going. Or if the guy had been left with a little more dignity, the scene might not have bothered me so much. But the way he'd been discarded—dumped like a piece of garbage—I couldn't let it pass.

Maybe it was because I've had a few close calls in filthy alleyways myself, over the years. Or maybe because I have nowhere to really call "home," either. But whatever the reason, I could feel a strange connection with the washed-up tramp. It was too late to give him any practical help—he was clearly dead—but I thought I could at least get someone to come and take care of his remains. I felt I owed it to him. Or even to myself. If I was a Good Samaritan for this helpless guy now, perhaps someone would do the same for me when my time came. I didn't relish the idea of my bones returning to dust in a heap of cheeseburger wrappers and used condoms.

I stepped into the alley. The body was four yards away. It was lying on its back with its feet toward the sidewalk. Its arms were stretched out the opposite way, pointing back into the narrow passageway. The wrists were close together—not tied—and the hands were partly obscured by the debris that covered the ground.

I moved closer and saw there were bullet holes in the tramp's clothing. I counted six. But it wasn't the number that caught my eye. It was the pattern. A neat T shape. Four across the chest, level with the shoulders, and two below, straight down the sternum. Very precise shooting. The work of a professional. A police marksman, maybe, or a soldier. Not something you'd associate with a dead tramp. And not something you can easily ignore.

Thoughts of calling the authorities suddenly took a backseat.

I examined the body from all sides. It was crumpled and slack, like a puppet with its strings cut. The best I could do with age would be ten years either side of fifty-five. There was no way to be more precise. His hair was graying and unwashed, and there was three or four days' stubble on the tramp's face. His nails were ragged and dirty but his hands were smooth, and he had the clothes of an office worker. He was wearing a navy blue cashmere overcoat, a gray single-breasted suit, a fine-weave oxford shirt—originally white or cream?—and a pair of scuffed, black, wing tip shoes. I had a picture in my mind of a ruined lawyer or stockbroker. He had quality garments, but all of them were stretched out of shape and each one had a variety of tears and holes and stains. The coat and jacket had lost all their buttons. The pants were held up with string. The leather soles were hanging off his shoes in several places. He'd lost his tie. Wall Street was only a few blocks away. If he had been some kind of professional, what a fall from grace the guy had suffered. He stank. I could smell piss and puke and booze. He was seriously unpleasant to be near.

I went through his pockets. I had to work slowly, because he was covered in blood and I didn't have any gloves. I started with his coat. At first it seemed to be empty, but as I pulled it open I found that a hard rectangular object had slipped through a hole into the lining. I worked it clear and saw it was a flat glass bottle, half full of a clear, colorless liquid. The label said it was vodka. I didn't recognize the brand. There was nothing else hidden away with it, so I moved on to his jacket. The first inside pocket was completely torn away, but I found something in the other side. The tramp's wallet. It was still there. Whoever had killed him hadn't bothered to take it.

The wallet was slim. It was made of shiny black leather, and it looked old. The corners had worn away, it was in holes where it folded, and the silk lining was torn inside. It was slightly curved, as if he normally carried it in the back pocket of his trousers. The credit card spaces were all empty, but where the cash would normally be I found a dog-eared Social Security card. It gave his name—Alan James McNeil—and a number, 900-14-0471.

I put the wallet back and stood up. My next step would be to work back along the trail where the body had been dragged through the garbage. I wanted to find the exact spot where McNeil had been killed, and see if anything there would explain why the body had been moved or how the guy had ended up as a victim. But before I could start, I latched on to a sound from behind me. A vehicle. Moving fast. Coming in my direction. It could have been a coincidence, but I was doubtful. There had been no other traffic all the time I'd been in the alley. And the way the body had been left, it was possible someone was coming back for it. Someone with questions to answer.

I moved into the shadows at the mouth of the alley and looked out, down the street. I was right. A car was approaching. A large, pale blue Ford sedan with white lettering on the side and a lighting bar on the roof. An NYPD radio car. I couldn't risk being found lurking at a crime scene so I stepped forward to beckon it over, but before I could raise my hand the driver gave a short burst with his lights and siren. Then the car surged toward me. I watched it come closer and swing into the alley, wallowing on its suspension as it bounced over the curb. I had to step back or it would have hit me.

The car doors opened and two policemen climbed out. The driver drew his pistol. He held it two-handed, above the door frame, pointing steadily at my chest. The passenger was holding a short-barreled shotgun. Given the width of the alley, it didn't much matter where he was pointing it.

"Stand still," the driver said. "Don't move."

The officers were both around five feet ten. They were powerfully built and looked in good shape. Neither seemed fazed by the situation. They'd moved calmly and swiftly when they got out of the car, reacting in perfect unison without needing to glance across or speak to each other. Now they were standing stock still, concentrating, alert without being anxious. Their neat blue uniforms summed them up perfectly. They were nowhere near brand-new, but still a long way from worn out. Trying anything with these guys would clearly be a mistake.

"Hands where I can see them," the driver said. "Slowly. Do it now."

You could see where this was going. They had the wrong end of the stick, but I knew there was no point trying to change their minds. Uniformed police are the same the world over. Once they set out to do something, they do it. Argue with them, and you just make it worse. So I raised my hands to shoulder height, fingers extended, palms toward them.

The passenger slotted his shotgun back in its cradle and came round toward me. As he moved closer I could see the name KLEIN engraved on a shiny plate beneath the shield on his chest.

"Hands on the hood," he said, reaching around to push me between the shoulder blades with his right hand.

I leaned on the front of the car and he jabbed at my ankles with his right foot. I shuffled my legs a couple of inches farther apart, and looked over at the driver. His badge gave the name KAUFMANN. I focused on it while Klein patted me down. He worked fast. He started with my left arm, running both his hands all the way down from my shoulder to my wrist. He did the same with my right arm, then checked my body, my waist, both legs, both ankles, and the pockets of my coat and jeans. He found nothing.

"Clear," he said from behind me. "No gun."

Kaufmann nodded, but he didn't relax in the slightest. His weapon was motionless. My eyes were drawn to the muzzle. It was still pointing at my chest. The tramp had been shot in the chest. Minutes ago, a few feet from where I was standing. I felt the skin covering my ribs begin to tingle.

"I'll tell CSU," Kaufmann said. "Don't worry. They'll find it."

Klein pulled my left arm around behind my back. I heard the snap of a heavy press stud being unfastened, then a ratchet closed rapidly. Cold metal bit into the skin of my wrist. He grabbed my right arm, pulling me upright at the same time, and secured the second handcuff.

"What's your name?" he said.

I didn't answer.

"Where's your ID?"

The cuffs were digging into both my wrists. He'd tightened them far more than he needed to.

"What happened here?"

I looked at the front of their car. There were a few minor chips and scratches in the paintwork, and a small crack in one of the headlight lenses.

"Did you kill that guy?"

Lower down, on the fender, there was a sticker offering a reward if you phoned a special number after a cop had been shot.

"OK, I've had enough. You're coming back to the station house. Let the detectives sort this out."

Klein took my left arm just above the elbow and led me to his side of the car. He opened the back door, reached up to put his hand flat on my head, and guided me inside. He made sure I was clear, then slammed the door behind me. The seat was square and hard. The car was wide, but there wasn't much room for my legs because of a thick glass screen that rose up from the floor, isolating the rear of the cabin. The surface was scratched and cloudy, obscuring my view through the windshield. I sprawled out sideways and tried to keep my weight off my hands.

The air in the back of the car was warm and stale. I could smell industrial disinfectant. It had a strong sweet scent, but it wasn't quite enough to cover the lingering odor of dirty, sticky humans. I looked around and saw there were greasy marks on the window next to me. From people's foreheads. Previous occupants must have rested against the glass. I started to breathe through my mouth. I wished there was some way I could keep my hands off the upholstery.

After five minutes another car arrived. It parked carelessly, sticking out from the curb at a lazy angle next to the entrance to the alley. It was another Ford. The same model as the radio car but with plain, dark blue paintwork. It needed a wash. There was a red, flashing beacon on the dashboard. Two men got out without switching it off. They appeared to be in their fifties, and were wearing suits and raincoats with gold shields hanging from their breast pockets. The men moved slowly and deliberately. Both looked a little overweight.

An unmarked, white box van pulled up on the other side of the car. Two men in navy blue overalls jumped down and walked over to join Kaufmann and Klein. As they came closer I could see woven cloth NYPD badges on their sleeves. One of them turned back toward their vehicle for a moment, and I read CRIME SCENE UNIT in tall white letters on his back.

The technicians started looking into the alley. The guys in suits looked into the car, at me. The taller one came over to my side and peered at me through the glass, like a kid drawn to a repugnant reptile at the zoo. His shield identified him as a detective, but it didn't give a name. Only a number set into the metal at the top. After twenty seconds of staring he called the others together. Kaufmann and Klein closed their doors so I couldn't hear what was being said. I watched them talk for a couple of minutes. They were very animated. Then the group moved to the front of the car. I could make out lots of hand movement from the uniformed officers. They kept gesturing and pointing at the body, at me, at things in the alley, and at something out on the street. I couldn't make out what it was.

The taller detective brought the conference to a close, and the officers came and got back into the car. Neither of them looked at me. Kaufmann started the engine and backed out into the street. Then the car pitched forward and we sped away from the alley.

And, I thought, away from any more trouble.

Excerpted from EVEN by ANDREW GRANT

Copyright © 2009 by Andrew Grant

Published in May 2009 by St. Martin's Press

All rights reserved. This work is protected under copyright laws and reproduction is strictly prohibited. Permission to reproduce the material in any manner or medium must be secured from the Publisher.

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  • Posted March 27, 2009

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    This is an exciting thriller with a few super twists

    In New York City, Royal Navy Intelligence Officer Lieutenant Commander David Trevellyan has completed a mission when he sees the corpse in an alley. A bum has six bullet holes arranged in fastidiously geometric order in his chest. David calls 911.

    The police immediately look at David as the prime and only suspect. However, before they can investigate, the FBI takes control of the case; as the victim is the sixth undercover agent murdered in such a manner in recent months. The Feds also look at David as more evidence surfaces that tie him to the murders. He knows his British intel agency must disown any knowledge of him, as standard operating procedure requires; so David knows he must find the predator with insider information setting him up to take the fall.

    This is an exciting thriller with a few super twists including tidbits about David's past that will keep and maintain the audience's attention throughout wondering what comes next. The story line is fast-paced and filled with plenty of action as David and readers rarely get a respite before something else occurs. Andrew Grant writes a fabulous tale as as the beleaguered Intel officer knows he is being set up for the fall and has no safety net from his agency; leaving it to him to extract himself from the frame before some agent decides to permanently make him the culprit by killing him.

    Harriet Klausner

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  • Posted July 12, 2009

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    A great read!

    This author had me laughing out loud within the first 20 pages (the fight scene in the jail) had me rolling. Mr. Grant has offered up a mighty fine piece of literature the first time out. Read and enjoy. Also try Invasion America and The Dawn of Empire by Sam Barone.

    2 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted June 20, 2009

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    Enjoyed the Book a lot

    Not much for writing reviews. I enjoyed this book, I like the character and hope to get to know him better in future books.

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  • Posted February 2, 2013

    I loved this book. It was exciting with many twists and turns. I

    I loved this book. It was exciting with many twists and turns. I am about to purchase book number two in the series.

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  • Posted March 15, 2011

    Solid read

    I just finished this book and I am left with mixed emotions. It was a quick read and kept me engulfed, but the whole thing fell apart near the end, 330 pages of a story to have the whole book end in 2 pages. There was no ending. I do think the new author has some serious talent and I have to wonder if the authors original ending was not changed by a publisher, so more books could be sold in the future. Well at any point, if you have a day to blow and you want a fast read, check it out. i can guarantee that you will see more books to follow with the character David Trevellyan

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    7 of the 8

    There are 8 author blurbs on the back cover of Even, all touting this first novel. I have read 7 of 8 of these authors. Each of them could write a more interesting book than this in their sleep. In short, Even is a bore.

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  • Posted May 16, 2010

    Bond meets Marlowe

    I liked this book. The style reminded me of classic mysteries like Raymond Chandler or Robert Parker, but instead of a streetwise, tough as nails P.I. you get a James Bond Superspy. Its a nice mix. Its a fast read and quite enjoyable though the very end was little disappointing. Kind of left you hanging though with a little imagination one could easily fill in the blanks for oneself. One word of warning some of the descriptions are very vivid and rather graphic. If your squeamish you may want to read with caution. Otherwise sit back and enjoy a fun ride.

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  • Posted March 23, 2010

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    A book lovers' dream...a great book.

    Superb writing, excellent plot, memorable character. I am looking forward to more books by this author.

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