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A riveting spy thriller, Jericho's Fall is the spellbinding story of a young woman running for her life from shadowy government forces.
 
In a secluded mountain retreat, Jericho Ainsley, former CIA director and former secretary of defense, is dying of cancer. To his bedside he has called Rebecca DeForde, a young, single mother, who was once his lover. Instead of simply bidding farewell, however, Ainsley imparts an explosive secret and ...
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Overview

A riveting spy thriller, Jericho's Fall is the spellbinding story of a young woman running for her life from shadowy government forces.
 
In a secluded mountain retreat, Jericho Ainsley, former CIA director and former secretary of defense, is dying of cancer. To his bedside he has called Rebecca DeForde, a young, single mother, who was once his lover. Instead of simply bidding farewell, however, Ainsley imparts an explosive secret and DeForde finds herself thrown into a world of international intrigue, involving ex-CIA executives, local police, private investigators, and even a US senator. With no one to trust, DeForde is suddenly on the run, relying on her own wits and the lessons she learned from Ainsley to stay alive.  
 


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Editorial Reviews

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Forever unpredictable, Stephen L. Carter has been a law professor, the author of a tome on the federal appointments process, a bestselling debut novelist (The Emperor of Ocean Park), a writer of subtle Oval Office thrillers, and a regular columnist for Christianity Today. In this novel, Carter makes another breakthrough into a new genre. Jericho's Fall is a fast-moving, full-throttle intelligence thriller, featuring a paranoia-prone spymaster, a winning female protagonist, and a festering cauldron of underhanded opponents.
Publishers Weekly

Bestseller Carter, who expertly blended social commentary and devious plots in his previous novels (The Emperor of Ocean Park; New England White; Palace Council), delivers a modest spy thriller, his first work of fiction not to focus on characters from what he has termed "the darker nation." The sententious opening sentence ("On the Sunday before the terror began, Rebecca DeForde pointed the rental car into the sullen darkness of her distant past") sets the tone for this minor effort. Rebecca has traveled to the Colorado Rockies to visit former CIA director Jericho Ainsley, who's dying of cancer. Jericho's decades of power and influence came to an end when he began an affair with her 15 years earlier. On arrival, Rebecca learns that shadowy forces fear that Jericho will reveal damaging Company secrets, and that his life is threatened by more than illness. Fans will miss the fully realized characters and mysterious puzzles of Carter's more complex, less predictable earlier work. Author tour. (July)

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When Beck, now a single mom with a responsible career, hears that old flame Jericho Ainsley is dying, she drops her child with grandma and flies to the bedside. Suddenly, her life is on the line. Her ex-lover is also ex-CIA, ex-Department of Defense, and an ex-investment wizard. He has desperate secrets to protect even in the face of death itself. His family and associates warn Beck that Jericho has lost his marbles, but he drafts her into the front line to guard his intel. In a remote mountain hideaway, the characters battle for mastery of Jericho's assets—psychological, emotional, and tangible. Evoking notes of Helen MacInnes even as he updates for the PDA era, Carter confidently inhabits a female sensibility to portray ground zero at this grisly deathbed. VERDICT In his fourth fictional excursion (after Palace Council), Carter has acquired the Midas touch of good thrillers—plot, pace, and explosive ending. While this represents a switch for Carter from legal thrillers to espionage fiction, fans of his other novels may enjoy. An entertaining summer read.—Barbara Conaty, Falls Church, VA


—Barbara Conaty
Kirkus Reviews
An ailing political heavyweight's secret history is gradually disclosed in this busy thriller from the industrious Yale Law School prof/sociopolitical theorist/bestselling novelist (Palace Council, 2008, etc.). Rapidly aging Jericho Ainsley, retired from successive tenures as Secretary of Defense, National Security Advisor and CIA Director, is stricken with cancer and believed to be about to reveal numerous incriminating secrets. That's what's understood, anyway, by private-sector single mom Rebecca DeForde, once Jericho's subordinate and lover, when she's summoned to Ainsley's fortified retreat in the small town of Bethel in the Colorado Rockies. Instead, Beck finds the "dying" old man still possessed of contrary life and bile-and still harboring secrets. She seeks further explanations from and butts heads with Jericho's intemperate daughter Pamela; his sister Audrey, a peacemaking nun; his ally Brian Navarro, who shares the former spymaster's commitment to Nixonian power politics; his would-be biographer Lewiston Clark; and the sometimes helpful, sometimes intimidating Bethel police department. Nobody turns out to be precisely who she or he appears to be. Jericho's imperiled state seems connected to the scandalous collapse of a huge international financial firm, but that doesn't fully explain the discovered body of a murdered dog, a prowler seriously injured in a fall from the roof or an approaching assassin known as "Max," whose concealed identity holds the novel's niftiest surprise. It may sound like fun, but this by-the-numbers caper is too frequently turgid and redundant; Beck's catfights with Pamela and her worried phone calls home to check on daughter Nina, for example, are bothmonotonous and momentum-destroying. Things get awfully generic in the crowded climactic pages, and an ending intended to be ironic simply falls flat. Let's hope the real Stephen L. Carter reappears soon, displacing this unsatisfying Robert Ludlum clone. First printing of 100,000. Author tour to Atlanta, Boston, New England, New York, Washington, D.C.
From the Publisher
"Strong. . . . Immediate. . . . Masterful.”—Steve Berry

"Heart-stopping. . . . Carter brings the reader to a blazing final confrontation."—Denver Post
 
"An intense, beautifully written thriller that held me in its grip from the very first page to the last."—Christopher Reich
 
"The best espionage novel I've come across in twenty years."—Lincoln Child
 
“Carter meticulously ratchets up the tension.” —Chris Bohjalian, The Boston Globe
 
Jericho's Fall is that rare thing: a page-turner that grips the readers' attention as they plunge into a vortex. . . . A thrilling roller coaster ride until the very last page. . . . Carter is a masterly novelist.”—San Francisco Chronicle
 
“An intricate spy thriller that proceeds at breakneck speed. . . . Graham Greene's readers, who savored [his] novels' unselfconscious erudition and matter-of-fact moral complexity, as well as their engaging plots, are likely to feel themselves on familiar ground here.”—Los Angeles Times
 
“A simmering page-turner about the murky underbelly of intelligence and finance that.”—Seattle Times
 
“Carter writes graceful prose, and he understands the mechanics of suspenseful storytelling.”—Washington Post
 
“One of those novels that people linger over and re-read simply for the experience and pleasure of analyzing how the author worked his magic. . . . Stephen Carter is possessed of a sharp and subtle wit. . . . This is the sharpest manifestation of his talent to date.”—Bookreporter

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780307272997
  • Publisher: Knopf Doubleday Publishing Group
  • Publication date: 7/14/2009
  • Sold by: Random House
  • Format: eBook
  • Pages: 368
  • Sales rank: 508,628
  • File size: 2 MB

Meet the Author

Stephen L. Carter
Stephen L. Carter is the William Nelson Cromwell Professor of Law at Yale University, and the author of seven nonfiction books. Jericho’s Fall is his fourth novel. He and his family live in Connecticut.


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Biography

Stephen L. Carter has helped shape the national debate on issues ranging from the role of religion in American political culture to the impact of integrity and civility on our daily lives. The New York Times has called him one of the nation's leading public intellectuals.

Born in Washington, D.C., Stephen L. Carter studied law at Yale University and went on to serve as a law clerk, first on the U.S. Court of Appeals for the District of Columbia, and later for Supreme Court Justice Thurgood Marshall.

In 1982 he joined the faculty at Yale, where he is now William Nelson Cromwell Professor of Law. His critically acclaimed nonfiction books on subjects including affirmative action, the judicial confirmation process, and the place of religion in our legal and political cultures have earned Carter fans among luminaries as diverse as William F. Buckley, Anna Quindlen, and former President Bill Clinton.

Carter's first novel, The Emperor of Ocean Park, draws heavily on the author's familiarity with the law and the world of highly placed judges, but he didn't begin by attempting to write a "judicial" thriller -- Carter earlier tried the character of Judge Garland out as a White House aide, and also as a professor like himself. He has said that in the end "only the judicial role really fit."

With Emperor Carter has moved (for the moment) from writing nonfiction to fiction -- a shift which he downplays by noting "I have always viewed writing as a craft." But, while he has also indicated that another novel like this one is in the works, he sees himself as "principally a legal scholar and law professor" and plans to continue publishing nonfiction as well.

Good To Know

An avid chess player, Stephen L. Carter is a life member of the United States Chess Federation. Although he says he plays less now than he once did, he still plays online through the Internet Chess Club. For The Emperor of Ocean Park, Professor Carter says he had to learn about "the world of the chess problemist, where composers work for months or years to set up challenging positions for others to solve."

Carter lives with his wife, Enola Aird, and their two children, near New Haven, Connecticut.

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    1. Hometown:
      Connecticut
    1. Date of Birth:
      October 26, 1954
    2. Place of Birth:
      Washington, D.C.
    1. Education:
      B.A. Stanford University, 1976; J.D., Yale Law School, 1979

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The Mountain

(i)

Darkness bore down on her as the car shuddered up the mountain. Distant lights danced at the edge of her vision, then vanished. Beck wondered how bad it would be. In her mind, she saw only the Jericho she had loved fifteen yeas ago and, in some ways, still did: the dashing scion of an old New England family that had provided government officials since the Revolution. One of his ancestors had a traffic circle named for him in Washington. A cousin served in the Senate. The family’s history was overwhelming; the Jericho for whom Beck had fallen had certainly overwhelmed her. He had been brilliant, and powerful, and confident, and fun, ever ready with eternal wisdom, or clever barbs. She did not like to think of that mighty man ravaged by disease. She had no illusions. She remembered what cancer had done to her own father.

Whatever was waiting, she had to go.

On Saturday afternoon, having cleared her decks with Pfister, Beck took the shuttle from Boston to Washington. She lived in Virginia, a stone’s throw from Reagan National Airport. Her daughter was at a church retreat, church being a thing that Beck did because she had been raised that way, and her mother would be offended if Rebecca dared differ. Beck decided to let Nina stay the night with the other kids. The two of them could ride together to the airport on Sunday, then enplane for their different destinations. Rebecca’s mother, Jacqueline, had been after her for weeks to send Nina for a visit, and maybe this was the time. The child was only in second grade; missing a few days of instruction would do her no harm. Beck hesitated, then made the inevitable call to Florida, to ask if her mother could look after Nina. The conversation soon turned into a battle.

I don’t know how you could even think about taking a six-year-old to visit a man like that.

I’m not taking her, Mom. That’s why I’m calling you.

You said you decided not to take her. That means you thought about it. I don’t understand how your mind works sometimes.

She tried, and failed, to remember a time when she and her mother had not been at odds. Because, in the eyes of her eternally disappointed mother, Beck would never be more than ten years old. Certainly their animosity predated Jericho; and perhaps it had played some sort of role (as every one of the therapists Rebecca had consulted over the years seemed to think) in her falling in love, as a college sophomore, with a married man thirty-two years her senior who tossed away his remarkable career in order to possess her.

I appreciate your help, Mom.

Oh, so you appreciate me now. Does that mean you’ll call more often?

But Beck rarely called anybody. She was not the calling sort. She lived in a cookie-cutter townhouse in Alexandria, along with her daughter and the cat, and when she was not homemaking or child-rearing she was working. Her mother had married young, and was supported by her husband until the day he died. Beck’s marriage had lasted less than two years. The thing with Jericho had ruined Rebecca for men, her mother insisted; and maybe it was true. Her mother was full of certitudes about the errors of others, and for the next few days would fill Nina’s mind with her fevered dogmas. Hating herself, Beck had put her daughter on the plane to Florida anyway; and Nina, cradling the cat carrier, had marched regally into the jetway, never turning her head for a final wave, because she was a lot more like her grandmother than like her mother.

Or maybe not. Rebecca herself had been a feisty child, curious and willful and prepared at any moment to be disobedient. She had always pretended that she was fine without her mother, perhaps because her mother spent so much time insisting on the opposite. Her rebelliousness had led her into trouble all her life, including at her pricey private high school, where a protest against the dress code had led to a suspension; and at Princeton, where a star wide receiver tried to have his way with the reluctant freshman and wound up with a broken nose for his troubles, missing half the season. A year later, she had wound up in Jericho’s bed. Maybe Nina was not like her grandmother at all, but simply a younger version of Beck—a possibility too scary to contemplate.

(ii)

Lights on her tail. Was she being followed?

A wiser woman, Beck told herself, would have dismissed such a notion as the sort of nonsense that always sneaked into her head when she thought about Jericho. In the chilly night hours on a lonely and lightless mountain road, however, when the same pair of headlights kept slipping in and out of the fog, it was easier to be fearful than wise.

She accelerated—no easy matter for the little rental car—and the headlights vanished. She slowed to round a curve, and they were behind her again.

“How do you know they’re the same headlights?” she sneered.

She just knew. She knew because the years had slipped away and she was back in Jericho’s world, a world where a canoodling couple at the next table in a restaurant at a resort in Barbados meant you were under surveillance, where the maid at the Ritz planted bugs in the bedroom, where unexpected cars in the middle of the Yucatán were packed with terrorists ready to exact revenge for your earnest defense of your country.

She reminded herself that Jericho’s paranoia no longer guided her life, but her foot pressed harder anyway, and the little car shuddered ahead. She shot down into the valley and passed through half a town. It began to snow. She climbed again, breasted the rise, went around a curve, and suddenly was suspended in nothing.

No headlights behind her, no road in front of her.

Then she almost drove over the cliff.

Things like that happened in the Rockies, not metaphorically but in reality, especially in the middle of the night, when you daydreamed your way into an unexpected nighttime snowstorm—unexpected because in Beck’s corner of the country, the worst that ever happened in April was rain. At ten thousand feet, as she was beginning to remember, the weather was different. One moment, hypnotized by the cone of her headlights as it illuminated the shadowy road ahead and the dark trees rushing by on either side, Beck was gliding along, totting up the errors of her life; then, before she realized what was happening, heavy flakes were swirling thickly around her, and the road had vanished.

Rebecca slowed, then slewed, the front end mounting an unseen verge, the rear end fishtailing, but by then her winter smarts had returned, and she eased the wheel over in the direction of the skid. The car swiveled and bumped and came to rest ten yards off the road. She sat still, breath hitching. No headlights behind her, or up on the road, or anywhere else.

“False alarm,” Beck muttered, furious at herself for having let Jericho back into her head, gleefully whispering his mad cautions.

She set the brake and opened the door and found, to her relief, that she was not in a ditch or a snowbank. She could back the car uphill onto the tarmac. But turning around would be easier, if there was room. Shivering as the cold leached into her fashionable boots, she squinted ahead, checking to make sure that she had room enough. The whirl of snow was slowing. She had trouble judging the distance. The beams of her headlights were swallowed up by a stand of conifers dead ahead, but there was plenty of room. Except, when she looked again, the trees were a forest, and miles away, on the other side of a steep gorge. Her toes skirted the edge. She shuffled backward. Had she tried to turn around instead of backing up, she would likely have gone over.

There in a nutshell was life since Jericho: backing up and backing up, never taking chances. One plunge over the cliff was enough for any life.

Beck stood at the edge and peered into the yawning darkness. High up on the opposite slope, she could pick out what had to be the lights of Jericho’s vast house. His family wealth had purchased the property, and the scandal of their relationship had sentenced him to life imprisonment within. She had dropped out of college. He had dropped out of much more. She did the arithmetic, all the presidential ears into which he had whispered his devious advice. She remembered the year they met, the start of his indefinite sabbatical from public life, spent among the lawns of Princeton, the hushed and reverent tones in which the faculty murmured Jericho’s name. She remembered how his seminars were interrupted almost weekly by protesters branding him a war criminal; and the relish with which he had baited his young accusers, demanding that they explain which of the regimes he was alleged to have overthrown they would have preferred to preserve, and why.

Since leaving government service, Jericho had published half a dozen books on international politics, but nobody cared any more. Hardly anyone remembered who he was, or had been. Not two months ago, she had found his recent nine-hundred-page tome on the achievement of peace in the Middle East remaindered at Barnes & Noble, going for three dollars and ninety-nine cents.

Her cell phone vibrated on her hip. Beck was surprised. Usually there was no service up here, but every now and then one found a patch of mountain digitally linked to the rest of the world. She fished the phone from her jacket. The screen said the number was unknown. When she answered, she got a blast of static in her ear, followed by a whine like a fax signal. Annoyed, she cut off the call. The phone immediately rang again, another unknown number, the same screech in her ear. No third ring. She decided to test her momentary connectedness by checking her messages, but when she tried she had no bars.

So how had whoever it was called her? She walked back and forth in the clearing, but found no service anywhere.

Never mind. Time to get moving. Rain was falling again, big freezing drops, and she managed a smile at the absurdity. Rain, fog, snow, rain again—all she needed was a flood to complete a biblical weather cycle, because, in her current mood, she was ready to believe in anything.

The whup-whup of an approaching engine caught her ear. Another car, she thought, but then an inky form shot across her vision, and she crouched protectively until she realized that her perspective was still playing tricks: it was a helicopter, flying low but still hundreds of feet in the air. She had not realized they built them so quiet. The helicopter passed directly over her, then swooped down the valley, joining other shadows. It climbed again, reaching Jericho’s house, where the pilot seemed to hesitate, circling, cutting back for another look. Was she too late? Could this be the medevac chopper, preparing to rush the patient down to Denver? Or was it perhaps carrying a VIP, come to say farewell, the trip too secret for daylight?

The answer was neither. The helicopter never landed. For a long moment the pilot hovered. Another false departure, another circle. Then, evidently satisfied, the craft rose once more, returning the way it had come, and Beck found herself shutting off the headlights. An unnamable instinct warned Beck not to let whoever was aboard see her.

The media, she told herself firmly, climbing back into the car as the craft vanished over the hills. Television networks, compiling footage for the obituary. No question, that’s who it was.

And yet—

And yet, why risk a flight through the Rockies to shoot the house in the dead of night? Atmosphere, she decided, starting the engine. They wanted to convey the sense of dread.

There was plenty to go around.


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  • Posted November 18, 2009

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    Disappointing

    I have read the author's other three books and I found them more interesting. I was hoping that Jericho's Fall would be somewhat like the other three in that they would involve upper class, politically connected African Americans as their main protagonists. I was almost finished with the book before I found that all of the main characters were Caucasian. The author has the privilege to write about anyone he chooses, but I sought this particular author because of his previous subjects. Next time I'll be more careful. Aside from this, I did not find any of his characters engaging or endearing. Instead, they were all flaky and by the end I did not care who survived.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 20, 2012

    Like an old Hitchcock movie

    The story was slow and didn't really pick up until last chapter• I still found it hard to put down. Maybe it's Stephan's way with the characters, but I felt like I was in the scene with them. I felt part of the action so the "getting" there didn't bother me so much. It reminded me if an old Alfred Hitchcock movie.....never quite knowing what was going to unfold or when things would start coming together.

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  • Posted May 22, 2011

    Save Your Money

    Slow and tedious.

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  • Posted July 1, 2010

    Gripping, Thrilling Suspense Novel

    Set in the Colorado Rockies in April, 2009, the story opens with Beck rushing through the mountains to the sickbed of her former lover, Jericho Ainsley. He has called for her; and she wants to pay her final respects. Theirs was a doomed relationship from the start with Professor Ainsley falling head-over-heels in love with his student, Rebecca. His marriage was already in trouble; and he was caught completely off-guard when the young, innocent, impressionable Rebecca unintentionally wedged her way into a secret chamber of his heart. Disadvantaged by the differences in age and experience, Rebecca, the love of his life, was also his unintended victim.

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  • Posted October 26, 2009

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    BORING!!!!!!

    Watching paint dry is more intriguing. This had NO point.

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  • Posted September 14, 2009

    Jericho's Fall by Stephen L. Carter

    I would highly recommend this book. I have read and loved his other books The Emperor of Ocean Park, New England White and Palace Council and have found them not only wonderful books; but, thought provoking and providing historical events that we seem to forget with the passage of time. I would have liked this book to continue on and only can hope that there will be a sequel to this. I am not saying that the ending was wrong, just hoping that there will be a book to follow the characters. Isn't that what a good book does? Leaves us wanting more, leaves us asking ourselves what about the characters where did they go, what are they doing now, does this story really end here??

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  • Posted September 5, 2009

    Good solid read

    Fast moving. Unexpected twists.

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  • Posted September 5, 2009

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    Good Writer and Yet...

    I am a fan of this author and own all of his fiction works. I am such a fan that I have autographed hardcover copies of his novels. This story puts forth the premise that there is mental instability in the intelligence community, a scary thought. The story moves along, but at times seems to be forced. There is enough action to keep thriller loving readers on their toes, but at times unnecessary plot twists seem contrived only to make the book longer. Maybe this would have worked better as a novella. The "and Yet" part is that despite the weaknesses in this particular novel, I kept reading because the characters are interesting and I did want to see how it all wrapped up. The ending will leave you with much to think about.

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  • Posted August 1, 2009

    Just an awful story.

    Can't care for the characters - horrible writing style. Kept waiting for something to happen - something to care about ... nothing

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  • Posted July 24, 2009

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    Stephen Carter is Exceptional!

    This was a great read. I found myself gasping, laughing and even dropping my jaw at many scenes. It's definitely a recommended read. I've read some of his other titles and loved them thoroughly but I believe I may have a new favorite. Read it! Love it! Lock the doors and trust NO ONE!!

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  • Posted July 21, 2009

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    Ex-CIA Man Claim Plot in This Painfully Slow Thriller

    This book could have been a lot better. The trouble is you wait till almost to the end of the book for something to happen. Rebecca (named Beck) is called to visit her dying ex-lover Jericho Ainsley who is dying. Jericho is an ex-CIA head who lives his entire life as if he is being constantly under surveillence.

    As Beck is a great deal younger than Jericho, everyone was bothered by their relationship, especially Jericho's two daughters Pamela and Audrey. Right from the start Beck suspects that something is amiss a a helicopter seems to come and go overhead and Beck's cellphone get periodical wierd calls even though she is in a dead zone for phones.

    Jericho keeps talking about people coming to kill him while Pamela and Audrey insist that he has lost his mental capacity and they are just delusions of a dying man.

    The book focuses on the interplay among the three women as well as Dak an ex-agency man who keeps on visiting Jercho, the sheriff and his deputy, and the librarian. The interplay among the main participants is the majority of the book and many times I was tempted to put the book down and read something else as this interplay was extremely booring.

    If you are looking for an intense thriller you will not find it here.

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  • Posted June 28, 2009

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    Stephen L. Carter provides a more standard type but exhilarating espionage thriller

    In the Colorado Rockies, former CIA chief Jericho Ainsley lies dying from cancer. He asks in his royal demanding way for ex CIA operative Beck DeForde to come see him. Fifteen years ago, they began an affair that ended Jericho's political power although he still had economic influence when the scandal broke. She assumes he wants to say good-bye.

    Almost immediately upon entering the foreboding gigantic home, Beck learns that those who operate in the dark fear what Jericho will reveal to his former lover. Jericho explains he distrusts his family who would sell him out in death for a buck and the spy agencies who only care about polishing their tarnished images after selling out to the last president. He trusts only Beck to do the right thing about the information he plans for her to hold. Both understand what that means from the onset as others have come to this remote house high in the Colorado Rockies to take out two former agents and obtain the information Jericho possesses.

    Switching from his complex societal legal thrillers (see THE EMPEROR OF OCEAN PARK, NEW ENGLAND WHITE and PALACE COUNCIL) Stephen L. Carter provides a more standard type but exhilarating espionage thriller. The story line is fast-paced from the opening moment when Beck philosophizes that she is traveling to her past in more ways than just visiting her dying former lover whose career died along with hers when their tryst was exposed. She is a terrific heroine holding the exciting plot together while Jericho is the more complicated fascinating character. The author's fans will appreciate this fine tale, but will also miss a revealing of the "dark secrets" behind the pivotal moments in history that the victors prefer to hide from the masses.

    Harriet Klausner

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