Hong Kong (Jake Grafton Series #8)

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The U.S. government sends Jake Grafton to Hong Kong to find out how deeply the U.S. consul-general, Tiger Cole, is embedded in a dangerous plan to overthrow the Chinese regime. he takes his wife Callie with him. They haven't returned to the island since their first meeting there, and Tiger Cole is an old friend from those days. Their trip soon turns into their worst nightmare...

Hong Kong is a powder keg ready to explode. A political murder and the Communist government's closure...

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The U.S. government sends Jake Grafton to Hong Kong to find out how deeply the U.S. consul-general, Tiger Cole, is embedded in a dangerous plan to overthrow the Chinese regime. he takes his wife Callie with him. They haven't returned to the island since their first meeting there, and Tiger Cole is an old friend from those days. Their trip soon turns into their worst nightmare...

Hong Kong is a powder keg ready to explode. A political murder and the Communist government's closure of a foreign bank are the sparks that light the fuse...and Tiger Cole is right on the middle of the action. After a violent rebel faction kidnaps Callie, Jake suddenly finds himself pulled into the vortex of a high-tech civil war...

Joining forces with CIA operative Tommy Carmellini, Jake races to save Callie from the imminent bloodbath. But first he must figure out whom he can trust among the Western faction vying for control in the volatile situation and among the Chinese patriots fights for their nation's future. Now, more than ever, he must make sure that the right side wins. One false move is all it will take to doom his wife--and the entire world...

Hong Kong is a powder keg ready to explode. A political murder and the communist government's closure of a foreign bank are the sparks that light the fuse...and Tiger Cole is right in the middle of the action.

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From Cuba to Hong Kong
Fresh from a mission in Cuba, U.S. Rear Admiral Jake Grafton finds himself on what he expects to be a relatively uneventful mission in Chinese-controlled Hong Kong. His assignment there, to investigate possible ties between former comrade, software billionaire, and U.S. Consul General "Tiger" Cole and a group of political insurgents, seems so straightforward that he even brings his outspoken wife, Callie, with him to see the sights.

Jake's expectations are dashed when his associate, burglar extraordinaire Tommy Carmellini, retrieves a tape planted by the CIA from a Hong Kong businessman's office, even as said businessman's fresh corpse, discovered upon entry, enters the initial stages of rigor mortis. It turns out that the corpse, China Bob Chan, had ties to both a Hong Kong crime cartel and the anticommunist movement, as Callie discovers when Jake, unable to have the work done elsewhere, asks her to translate the tape. Although Callie is unable to understand the nuances of the recorded conversations, someone is afraid she might and thus kidnaps her, holding her for a ten-million-dollar ransom.

Jake's mission has now taken on a more personal flavor, and he tears through Hong Kong, waging a relentless, one-man war against her captors. In his search, he also uncovers information that explains the intrigue relating to the planned uprising in Hong Kong against the Chinese occupation forces. Jake comes to realize that the wide-reaching conspiracy, far more complex than anyone had imagined, has claimed the lives of numerous victims, the ranks of which may soon come to include his wife and Wu Tai Kwong, the leader of the rebels, also held for ransom by the same party.

Having never before read Coonts, I was pleasantly surprised by his surefooted storytelling, his larger-than-life characters, and his ability to juggle myriad elements in a complex plot. If this book's predecessors are anywhere near as good, it's a wonder to me that a Jake Grafton adventure has not yet made it to the big screen, as Coonts's writing style seems well suited to such an adaptation. Hong Kong is the kind of book that keeps you up way past your bedtime, furiously flipping pages to see how it all turns out. The action never stops; neither will your enjoyment.

--Hank Wagner

Hank Wagner is a book reviewer for Cemetery Dance magazine and The Overlook Connection.

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"Superior suspense."--Liz Smith, New York Post


"High-octane techno wizardry."--USA Today

...superior suspense with a great cast of made-up characters in this real-life hot spot.
Publishers Weekly - Publisher's Weekly
Last year, Coonts had Cuba teetering on the political edge in his megaseller of the same name. Now it's Hong Kong, in another steadfast speculative thriller. The great city/state is falling out of Communist hands, just a few short years after the Chinese takeover. The revolution is being fomented by the cyberintelligentsia, who have managed to rig computer systems throughout Hong Kong and China so that all vital functions--the power grid, airports, oil refineries, telephone systems, etc.--will collapse at the same time. At the helm of the insurrection is Virgil Cole, the American consul general who used his enormous wealth as a former Silicon Valley exec to finagle the overseas appointment; he views the revolution as a kind of extreme sport. He doesn't, however, anticipate the arrival of Jack Grafton, navy admiral and Washington's go-to guy, who starts prowling around a few days before the revolution begins. Just as Grafton is beginning to figure things out, a criminal gang leader working with the rebels kidnaps his wife. Anyone who's seen Grafton in action before knows that he isn't one to take such personal slights lightly. The final third of the book shows Hong Kong under spectacular siege as the rebels rely on sabotage, cunning and half a dozen fighting robots, called Sergeant Yorks, to subdue the Chinese soldiers. Coonts does a remarkable job of capturing the mood of clashing cultures in Hong Kong, creating some noteworthy secondary characters. These include Lin Pe, the aging owner of a fortune cookie factory who finds solace in writing simple fortunes while the world around her crumbles, and Sun Siu Ki, the Beijing-installed governor of Hong Kong, whose peasant mind simply cannot grasp rebellion. For all its stylish accents, however, the story goes from point A to point B with few detours or surprises. Most readers will likewise rush headlong through this seventh Grafton adventure. Major ad/promo. (Sept.) Copyright 2000 Cahners Business Information.
Library Journal
Hong Kong in the immediate future is the scene for Coonts s (Cuba) latest thriller. China is ripe for an anti-Communist revolution, and it explodes while Admiral Jake Grafton is in Hong Kong on a fact-finding assignment. While most previous Grafton novels have revolved around military actions, Hong Kong deals with spies, murder, kidnapping, and treachery. When the revolution erupts, the rebels use cyberwarfare to paralyze the Chinese government s computers and gain access to traditional weapons. A real distraction is the use of Terminator-type combat robots to turn the tide for the rebels. Since these automata don t exist (yet), they should not play a role in a novel that purports to be based on fact, and they spoil what could have been a compelling novel about a people s struggle for freedom. Despite its flaws, this book will be enjoyed by Coonts s many fans. For general collections. [Previewed in Prepub Alert, LJ 5/15/00.] Robert Conroy, Warren, WI Copyright 2000 Cahners Business Information.
Kirkus Reviews
It's the near future, and China's grip on Hong Kong goes slack—not unlike Coonts's latest. Virgil "Tiger" Cole, ex-navy pilot, is currently US consul general in the Orient's most glamorous city. He's also extremely rich, having built a small software company into a multinational giant. But the feds think he's been doing some unsettling things with his money. Actually, a whole lot of his behavior has been unsettling, which is why Coonts's go-anywhere hero Jake Grafton (Cuba, 1999, etc.), now a rear admiral, has his Pentagon paper-pushing interrupted for a special CIA-sponsored mission. He's posted to Hong Kong because he flew with Cole in Vietnam: in fact, it was Jake who hung that colorful nickname on the then bombardier-navigator. More to the point, of course, he once saved Cole's life. Though the two haven't been in recent contact, the hope is that Cole will remember Jake fondly, be more forthcoming with him than he would be with others. And, under ordinary circumstances, it might well have worked out that way. The problem is that Cole's financial and ideological connection to certain Hong Kong insurgents is complex indeed. Secrets and lies are thus inevitable. Before Jake can get a real sense of how hot a political pot he's been dropped into, his wife Callie is kidnapped, along with a pivotal anti-Communist leader. Mean-spirited wiseguy Sonny Wong has bagged them, big-eyed at the prospect of their ransom potential. Bad mistake. They don't come more mean-spirited than Jake Grafton when his blood is up, and nothing stops him—not man, nor beast, nor an assault team of the smartest, deadliest robots ever tobeprogrammed for genre fiction. High-tech gimmickry, kitchen-sink plotting, stick-figure characters. For devoted fans only.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780312978372
  • Publisher: St. Martin's Press
  • Publication date: 7/15/2001
  • Series: Jake Grafton Series, #8
  • Format: Mass Market Paperback
  • Edition description: First Edition
  • Pages: 416
  • Sales rank: 583,908
  • Product dimensions: 4.18 (w) x 6.82 (h) x 1.10 (d)

Meet the Author

Stephen Coonts

Stephen Coonts is the author of The Disciple, The Assassin, and the Deep Black and Saucers series, among many other bestsellers. His first novel, the classic flying tale Flight of the Intruder, spent more than six months at the top of The New York Times bestseller list. A motion picture based on the book was released in 1991. His novels have been published around the world and translated into more than a dozen languages. In 1986, he was honored by the U.S. Naval Institute with its Author of the Year Award. He is also the editor of four anthologies, Combat, On Glorious Wings, Victory and War in the Air. Coonts served in the Navy from 1969 to 1977, including two combat cruises on the USS Enterprise during the last years of the Vietnam War.

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    1. Date of Birth:
      July 19, 1946
    2. Place of Birth:
      Morgantown, West Virginia
    1. Education:
      B.A., West Virginia University, 1968; J.D., University of Colorado, 1979

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Chapter One

One tiny, red, liquid drop of blood was visible in the center of the small, neat hole in China Bob Chan's forehead an inch or so above his right eye. Chan's eyes were wide open. Tommy Carmellini thought his features registered a look of surprise.

    Carmellini pulled off his right latex glove, bent down, and touched the cheek of the corpse—which was still warm.

    Death must have been instantaneous, and not many minutes ago, Carmellini thought as he pulled the glove back onto his hand.

    The diminutive corpse of China Bob Chan lay sprawled behind his Philippine mahogany desk in the library of his mansion on the south side of Hong Kong Island.

    When Carmellini had eased the library door open a few seconds ago, he had seen the shod foot protruding from behind the desk. He scanned the room, then entered the library.

    The side of the room opposite the door consisted of a series of large plate-glass windows accented with heavy burgundy drapes. Through the windows was a magnificent view of the harbor at Aberdeen. Beyond the harbor was the channel between Hong Kong Island and Lamma Island. A few lights could be seen on sparsely populated Lamma, and beyond that island, the total darkness of the South China Sea. Tonight the lights of the great city of Hong Kong, out of sight on the north side of the island's spine, illuminated a low deck of stratus clouds with a dull glow.

    The band at the party on the floor below this one was playing an old American pop hit; the tune was recognizable even though theamplified lyrics were muffled by overstuffed furniture and shelves of books that reached from floor to ceiling.

    Tommy Carmellini looked around, trying to find the spent cartridge. There, a gleam of brass near the leg of that chair. In the subdued light of the library he almost missed it.

    He stepped over, bent down, looked.

    7.65 millimeter.

    That cartridge was designed for small, easy-to-conceal pocket pistols. Difficult to shoot accurately, they were serious weapons only at pointblank range.

    Standing in front of the desk, he put his hands on his hips and carefully scanned the room. Somewhere in this room Harold Barnes hid a tape recorder eleven days ago when he installed the wiring for a satellite dish system.

    Presumably Chan had ordered the system so that he could watch American television. Perhaps he was a fan of C-Span, which was broadcasting the congressional hearings concerning foreign—i.e., Chinese—donations to the American political parties in the last election; in the past ten days his name had certainly been mentioned numerous times in those hearings.

    Alas, Barnes had left no record of where he hid the recorder. He had been shot in the head the night after he completed the installation.

    Carmellini was certain Barnes would have used a recorder, not a remote transmitter, which would have been too easy to detect and find. One reason he was certain was that he had known Barnes, a quiet, careful, colorless technician who had gone through the CIA tradecraft course with Carmellini. Who would have suspected that Barnes would be the first of that class to die in the line of duty?

    The mikes ... Harold ostensibly spent four hours on the television satellite dish system, a system he should have been able to install in two. If he followed normal practice, he would have hardwired at least two tiny microphones, one for each track of the recorder.

    The chandelier over the mahogany desk caught Tommy's eye. Ornate, with several dozen small bulbs, it would attract Harold Barnes like sugar attracts a fly.

    Carmellini studied the chain that held the chandelier. There was a wire running down it ... no, two wires—one black wire and the other smaller, carefully wound around the chain.

    Barnes could have put a mike in the chandelier, another anywhere in the room—maybe the desk or over by the reading area—and hidden the recorder behind some books, perhaps on the top shelf. Surely there were tomes that didn't get removed from the shelves once a decade.

    Carmellini stepped to the nearest bookcase, studied the spines of the books that filled the thing. Not a flake of dust.

    A diligent maid would not be good.

    So ...

    He pulled a chair over under the chandelier, then stood on it.

    Aha! There it was, taped in the junction of the main arms of the chandelier. With the bulbs of the chandelier burning brightly, the tiny recorder would have been almost impossible to see from the floor.

    Carmellini reached. In seconds he had the two reels out. Maybe three-quarters of the tape had been used, about six hours' worth.

    Back on the floor, he was tempted to put the reels into his pocket, then thought better of it. He pulled up a trouser leg and carefully shoved them down into one sock.

    He had a new tape in his other sock, but with China Bob dead, the recorder seemed superfluous. Should he cut the wires and remove the device?

    How much time did he have?

    If China Bob Chan killed Harold Barnes, why was the recorder still there? Was he waiting for someone to come for the tape?

    Suddenly aware that time was fleeing, Tommy Carmellini pushed the chair back to its former position. He vigorously rubbed the upholstered seat of the chair to remove any marks his shoes had made.

    As he straightened, he heard a noise. It seemed to come from the secretary's office. When he stepped in that direction the light in the smaller office came on.

    Carmellini moved swiftly and flattened against the wall. The door to the secretary's office was to his right. He listened intently for footsteps.

    Carmellini desperately wanted to avoid being caught in this room with a dead man on the floor and a tape in his sock. True, he had diplomatic immunity as the assistant agricultural officer at the consulate, but the publicity and hullabaloo of an arrest and interrogation, not to mention expulsion from the country, would not be career-enhancing.

    He heard the scrape of a chair being moved.

    Coiled, ready to lash out if anyone came through the door, he approached it, staying back far enough that he remained away from the glare of the light.

    Someone was sitting behind the secretary's desk, someone small. My God, it was a kid! A boy, perhaps ten or twelve.

    Carmellini stepped back so he would be out of sight if the youngster glanced this way.

    Now he heard a computer boot up.

    There was one other exit from this room, at the far end. Carmellini didn't know if the door was locked, but it led to another suite of offices which opened into the hallway near the elevator.

    He walked toward the door, moving quietly and decisively.

    The knob refused to turn. Locked. There was a keyhole, but he could not see the brand name or type of lock.

    He removed a leather packet from his pocket and unfolded it, revealing a carefully chosen selection of picks. He took one, inserted it in the lock.

    As he bent down to work on the lock, he saw for the first time the heads of the bolts in the door. They had been painted the same dark color as the door to make them less noticeable.

    Even if he got the lock open, the door was bolted shut.

    He put the pick away and stowed the packet in an inside jacket pocket as he walked back toward the secretary's open door.

    Standing at least six feet from the door, he moved so he could see inside.

    The kid was at the computer, typing.

    Now he sat back in the chair, waiting ...

    In seconds a naked woman appeared on the screen, a woman holding what appeared to be a giant penis in her hand. Now she—

    Jesus, the kid is into porno!

    Just what the woman was going to do with the penis, Tommy Carmellini never discovered, for at that instant the door from the hallway opened and a woman walked in. The boy took one look at the intruder and closed the screen, but not before the woman got a good look at it.

    She cuffed him once, said something in Chinese.

    The boy ran through the icons, closed the Internet connection as the woman spouted Chinese as quickly as her lips would move.

    Carmellini stepped back against the wall and waited.

    He heard the computer go off, heard the scrape of the chair and footsteps, then the door to the hallway close firmly.

    He peered into the office.


    He opened the hallway door a crack, just enough to see the woman and boy disappear into the elevator at the end of the hallway.

    He paused for a second, then went back into the library and scooted the chair under the chandelier. Installing the new tape in the recorder took about thirty seconds; then he found the on-off switch and turned off the recorder. He put the chair back where it belonged and rubbed the seat again.

    At the door in the secretary's office, Carmellini checked to ensure no one was coming, then stepped into the hallway and pulled the door shut until it latched. Strains of Gershwin's "An American in Paris" were audible here.

    As he walked toward the staircase that led to the rooms below where the party was being held, Carmellini stripped off his latex gloves and put them in his pocket.

    Downstairs he found Kerry Kent sipping champagne and talking animatedly with a long-haired intellectual type who was gazing hopefully at her. Kerry was a tall English woman with a spectacular mass of reddish brown hair who spoke both Cantonese and Mandarin fluently. On most working days she labored as a translator at the Greater China Mutual Aid Society, an insurance firm, but in reality she was an officer in the British Secret Intelligence Service, the SIS. Tonight she was wearing an elegant dark blue dress that just brushed her ankles and a modest borrowed diamond necklace.

    "Oh, there you are, darling," she said lightly, laying a hand on Tommy's arm. "I have been talking to this brilliant playwright—" She said his name. "His new play is opening next week in the West End. My sister told me quite a lot about it, actually. What a coincidence! When we get back to London we must see it."

    Carmellini shook hands with the scribbler and gently led Kerry away. "Did anyone watch me come in?" he asked, just loud enough for her to hear over the hubbub of cocktail party chatter and music.

    "I don't think anyone was paying much attention. What were you doing up there?"

    "Watching porno on the Internet. Fascinating stuff! I'll tell you all about it later. Who is this sicko stalking you?"

    He was referring to a Chinese man who was standing six feet away and openly staring at Kerry. When she moved, he moved.

    "An admirer from the provinces, obviously, hopelessly smitten. All my life I've had this devastating effect on men. It's such a bore. I'm thinking of having chest reduction surgery to end these unwanted attentions."

    That comment was intended as a joke, for Kerry had a slim, athletic figure.

    Carmellini snarled at the staring man and guided Kent away by the elbow.

    "Did you get it?" She meant the tape.

    "It wasn't there. China Bob is stretched out behind his desk with a hole in his head."

    "Dead?" A furrow appeared between her eyebrows.


    "You found the recorder?"

    "In the chandelier. But the tape was missing."

    Kerry Kent sipped champagne as she digested Carmellini's lie. Just why lying to her was a good idea he couldn't say, but his instinct told him not to trust anyone. Someone shot Harold Barnes, and another someone, perhaps the same one, put a bullet in China Bob Chan's head—and Carmellini had known Ms. Kent for precisely three days, not exactly a long-term relationship.

    There were at least three ways to get from this floor of the mansion to the floor above: two staircases and an elevator. Carmellini had slipped up one set of stairs after he went to the men's room, which was out of sight of the ballroom, just down the hall toward the back stairs. Anyone in this room could have done precisely the same thing in the last few hours, and probably several of them had.

    Perhaps the tape held the answer.

    Carmellini scanned the crowd one more time, trying to fix the guests in his mind. The cream of Hong Kong society was here tonight.

    "Tell me again," he said to Kerry Kent, "who these folks are."

    She scanned the crowd, nodded toward a man in his sixties in the center of a small crowd. "That's Governor Sun Siu Ki, surrounded by his usual entourage—officials and bureaucrats and private industry suck-ups. The gentleman of distinction talking to him is Sir Robert MacDonald, the British consul general. The tall, blond Aussie semi-eavesdropping on those two is Rip Buckingham, managing editor of the China Post, the largest English-language daily in Hong Kong. Beside him is his wife, Sue Lin. Over in the far corner is the American consul general, Virgil Cole, talking to China Bob's sister, Amy Chan. Let's see, who else?"

    "The fellow in the uniform with the highball, standing by the band."

    "General Tang, commanding the division of People's Liberation Army troops stationed in Hong Kong. He's been in Hong Kong only a few weeks. The papers ran articles about him when he arrived."

    "The man talking to him?"

    "Albert Cheung. Educated at Oxford, the foremost attorney in Hong Kong. Smooth and silky and in the know, or so I've heard."

    She continued, pointing out six industrialists, three shipping magnates, and two bank presidents. "These people are the scions of the merchant and shipping clans that grew filthy rich in Hong Kong," she said, and named names. "If ever a group mourned the departure of the British, there they are," she added. "Never saw so much of the upper crust chatting it up together."

    Any person in the room could have gone upstairs and popped China Bob, Carmellini reflected. All of them had probably excused themselves and gone in search of the facilities once or twice during the evening. Or someone could have ridden the elevator from the basement or walked to the library from another area of the house. The field was wide open. Still, Tommy Carmellini took one more careful look at each of the people Kerry had pointed out, then said, "Perhaps we should leave now before the excitement begins."

    "A marvelous suggestion. Let me say a few good-byes as we drift toward the door."

    Five minutes later, as they stood waiting for the consulate's pool car to be brought around, Carmellini asked Kerry, "So what's on the agenda for the rest of the evening?"

    "I don't know," she said lightly and turned toward him. He accepted the invitation and kissed her. She put her arms around him and kissed back.

    "You are such a romantic," she said when her lips were free.

    "And single, too."

    "I haven't forgotten."

    "I don't recall mentioning my marital status before."

    "You didn't. Your reputation preceded you. Tommy Carmellini, unmarried burglar, thief, second-story man ..."

    "And all-around good egg."

    "James Bond without the dash and panache."

    "Don't knock the recipe until you've tried it."

    "You'll have to sell me."

    "I'm willing to give it a go, as you Brits say."

    "Tell me about the Internet pornography. Little details like that spice up action reports, make them interesting."

    The consulate pool car pulled to a stop in front of them, and the valet got out. "I was saving that morsel for later," Carmellini said as he tipped the man and accepted the keys. "After all, the night is young."

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  • Posted September 21, 2012

    Highly recommend

    Keep this series going. I love it.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 30, 2006

    A thoughtful, well-crafted suspense novel

    If you enjoy novels that are well crafted, with plot twists that are exciting but not contrived, then I heartily recommend Hong Kong. The characters are well thought out and complete they are not perfect people, just flawed like us all. The wonderful Hong Kong locale is present, but the book is not a travelog. If you like to read and think at the same time, try this novel. You won't regret it.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 1, 2003

    Best Work So Far!

    All of Coonts' works are superb but this one is above the rest! If you like action, suspence, mystery with just a little romance, this is the book for you. From cover to cover, it kept my attention. Hated putting it down! Only one complaint, these novels are too short! The action just keeps going until suddenly, it's over. But that's what a good book is all about, right? What I like about Grafton is that he's a level-headed guy. Not egotistical but confident. A gentleman yet does what he has to do. He's the next James Bond! A guaranteed good read. HIGHLY Recommended!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 11, 2003

    Brian Reviews

    I didn't like the book "Hong Kong," because, it was a pretty confusing storyline with evil plots, spy activities, and a revolution in progress. Although, it was great for a book to have lots of action that had me almost on the edge of my seat. It was hard for me to stand the suspense at some point in the story, but this book is not for the faint of heart. I would recommend this book to anyone who's into thrillers with suspense.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 2, 2002

    Interesting but expected more

    The pluses: Coonts does an effective job explaining the corruption behind politics in China including the mob influences. The characters are also very well-defined and the story flows very smoothly. The minuses: Not very realistic details of war at work here. Sometimes, I wasn't sure if I were reading a military thriller or a comic book. The ending was also a bit of a disappointment. I would give it 2 1/2 stars but since there's no such rating, I'll give Coonts the benefit of the doubt and give it 3.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 13, 2002

    A rolicking adventure.

    This is one of those books that doesn't do anything but entertain, with it's James Bond flare and plenty of high speed action, it was sheer joy to read. It won't transcend any boundaries or change lives, but it will entertain like a good action flick.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 6, 2001

    Great Book

    'Hong Kong' is one of the best novels I've ever read. It was great from the start and I just couldn't seem to put it down

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 4, 2001

    Stephen Coonts Wins Again!

    In the latest installment of the 'Grafton Series' (as I call it), Stephen Coonts has producced another winner. In Hong Kong, Coonts diverges from the typical setting for our hero Jake Grafton, and melds him into a web of sinister plots, spy activities, and a revolution in the making. While this is a divergent difference from the other Grafton stories, the divergence is welcome. It gives an arena that shows how superb of a writer Coonts is, that he can take an 'action' hero and place him into a genre that is similar, but different. As the author of my own military/suspense/thriller, I thoroughly enjoyed this, as I did the others. I personally can't wait until the next installment arrives!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 30, 2001


    A fast-paced, suspenseful novel full of rich characters. Exotic locales and intrigue drive this book through its paces. Very entertaining.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 19, 2000

    Nice read with sad characters

    I have read all of Coonts' books and I can say this is not as good as Under Seige, Cuba or Final Flight. This is not his worst(there are no real worst books by the author), however. Hong Kong has a good plot and the action is faced paced. I found it hard to put the book down. What I didn't get out of the book was any satisfaction for the supporting characters. Coonts best books (as I listed above) have great primamry and secondary characters. You have empathy for them. I even felt sorry for Castro as I read Cuba. Hong Kong is different because almost all the supporting characters are crooked. The author seems to imply that Hong itself is crooked. This may be true, but it does not make for characters with which readers can identify. Everyone is stealing or lying and nobody cares, so I ended up not caring what happened to anyone who was not a main character. I recommend this book, but I must ask the author to give us characters with which we can identify. Bring back the type of charatcers you created in Cuba, FInal Flight, Under Seige and Fortunes of War (just to name a few)

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