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The Moscow Club

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by Joseph Finder

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Moscow Club

Joseph Finder

It's 1991. The Cold War is over. Charlie Stone is a brilliant analyst for the CIA who made a name for himself during the height of the Cold War. But today his expertise is needed yet again: A top-secret tape—one that foretells a coup d'état in the Kremlin—has been smuggled out of the Soviet Union by


Moscow Club

Joseph Finder

It's 1991. The Cold War is over. Charlie Stone is a brilliant analyst for the CIA who made a name for himself during the height of the Cold War. But today his expertise is needed yet again: A top-secret tape—one that foretells a coup d'état in the Kremlin—has been smuggled out of the Soviet Union by one of a few remaining moles. Stone's assessment of the transcript is two-fold: Not only is a very real, very violent power struggle underway but the plot may be linked to an old mystery involving the imprisonment of Stone's own father. Could a McCarthy-era enemy be trying to send Stone a deadly modern message?

Soon Stone finds himself at the center of another conspiracy—framed for a grisly murder. Without proof of his innocence, Stone enters into a terrifying game of cat-and-mouse that leads him across the country, throughout Europe, and finally, to the Soviet Union. There, he will come face to face with a group of Kremlin insiders whose ruthless agenda threatens to disrupt the fragile balance of world power—and leave Stone with nowhere left to run. But before he can thwart a tragedy of epic proportions, he must put a stop to the elusive ways and means of THE MOSCOW CLUB.

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“The kind of masterfully crafted, pulse-throbbing popular entertainment that few readers will want to put down.” —Boston Globe on BURIED SECRETS

“A tremendous high-wire act.” —Booklist (starred review) on BURIED SECRETS

“Compulsively readable.” —Publishers Weekly on BURIED SECRETS

“Numerous cliff-hangers propel the action at a breakneck pace. ..outstanding [and] engrossing.” —Library Journal (starred review) on BURIED SECRETS

“Racing alongside Nick Heller, you'll want one more chapter, then another, and then one more…” —The Washington Post on BURIED SECRETS

“Thrilling.” —The New Yorker on THE ZERO HOUR

“Breathlessly exciting.” —Kirkus Reviews (starred review) on THE ZERO HOUR

“A labyrinth of suspense…brilliant…a master storyteller.” —Pittsburgh Post-Gazette on THE ZERO HOUR

“A thinking person's thriller with bite.” —Publishers Weekly (starred review) on THE ZERO HOUR

“Fast and furious.” —The New York Times Book Review on HIGH CRIMES

“Exciting . . . deliciously absorbing . . . full of hair-pin turns.” —The Washington Post on HIGH CRIMES

“A powerhouse tale.” —Chicago Tribune on HIGH CRIMES

“Provocative and chilling.” —Publishers Weekly (starred review) on HIGH CRIMES

“Rattling good entertainment.” —Kirkus Reviews (starred review) on HIGH CRIMES

“If Jack Reacher met Nick Heller in a dark alley, my money's on Reacher. But it would be ugly. Or would it? Actually, I think they'd go for a beer together and set the world to rights--because Joseph Finder has given me a terrific new hero to root for. This is an action-packed, full-throttle, buy-it-today-read-it-tonight series that you definitely shouldn't miss.” —Lee Child on VANISHED

“A humdinger....a thriller to enjoy for its Washington locales, convincing familiarity with cutting-edge spy gadgetry, and taut action scenes.” —Washington Post on VANISHED

“Cliffhangers galore, the fascinating tradecraft of corporate espionage, and an engrossing story will propel readers through this outstanding thriller. Highly recommended as a great summer read.” —Library Journal (starred review) on VANISHED

“Written in staccato chapters that are emotionally supercharged and action-packed, this thriller will more than satisfy adrenaline junkies and have them guessing until the very end.” —Publishers Weekly on VANISHED

Publishers Weekly - Publisher's Weekly
The abrupt raising of the Iron Curtain, it would appear, has released a thousand intriguing ghosts from the past and given the spy novel a whole new lease on life. If Finder's fiction debut doesn't outdo Frederick Forsyth in grace of style, it surpasses both Forsyth and Ludlum in density of mystery and swirl of action. At the same time--not entirely surprisingly, coming from the author of Red Carpet, a study of the intricate connections between the Kremlin and U.S. big business--the plot is crammed with and even a little overwhelmed by details regarding the darker side of Soviet history and the workings of Soviet and U.S. intelligence. Assigned to examine a portentous tape sneaked out of Moscow by a mole, CIA Kremlinologist Charlie Stone finds himself in an espionage investigation of staggering complexity. As he hops among three continents, often the target of both the KGB and the CIA, Stone succeeds in vindicating his father, branded a traitor by McCarthy, while nosing out a plot by the head of the KGB to stage a violent coup during a Moscow summit that will end glasnost and set the world on its ear. The story contains as many chases, murders, conspiracies and uncloseted ghosts as any thriller maven could want, as well as a credible love interest; in all, it's a superbly exciting read. 75,000 first printing; $75,000 ad/promo. (Feb.)
Library Journal
Did Lenin, on his deathbed, write a testament denouncing the newly founded Soviet Union as a police state? Did an ultra-secret American organization aid Beria in a failed coup following the death of Stalin? How do these two seemingly unrelated incidents connect with CIA Soviet analyst Charlie Stone's father's imprisonment during the McCarthy years? And what do all three have to do with what Stone believes is a developing Kremlin power struggle that could depose Gorbachev, repudiate glasnost, and rekindle the Cold War? These are the questions that propel this exciting first novel, a Ludlumesque tale of multiple conspiracies, deception, murder, and deadly pursuit. It lacks that convincing plausibility of the best of John le Carre or Len Deighton, but compensates for that with a driving what-happens-next readability.--Charles Michaud, Turner Free Lib., Randolph, Mass.
School Library Journal
YA-- An intricate, complex plot unfolds with detailed descriptions of a cast of interesting, well-drawn characters in this chilling, action-packed thriller. Charlie Stone, a CIA analyst who is well versed in Soviet/U. S. intelligence, is the key figure, with his father and godfather adding intrigue and mystery to a continous chain of events. While investigating a tape that describes a violent coup to be staged during an upcoming Moscow summit, Stone becomes a target of both the KGB and CIA as he tries to discover the powerful political players involved in this attempt. In the process, he vindicates his wrongly accused father and discovers shocking facts about his godfather, while barely escaping his pursuers. The style of writing, vivid characters, credible plot, and a love interest should appeal to those who enjoy a good spy novel.-- Nancy Bard, Thomas Jefferson Sci-Tech, Fairfax County, VA

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St. Martin's Press
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4.10(w) x 7.40(h) x 1.00(d)

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The Adirondack Mountains, New York
The first hundred feet or so had been easy, a series of blocky ledges rising gently, rough-hewn and mossy. But then the final fifty feet rose almost straight up, a smooth rock face with a long vertical crack undulating through it. Charles Stone rested for a long moment at a flat ledge. He exhaled and inhaled slowly, with a measured cadence, glancing up at the summit from time to time, shielding his eyes from the dazzling light.
Rarely was a climb as perfect as this: that trancelike serenity as he pulled and pushed with his hands and feet, laybacking up the tiered rock, the pain of physical exertion overwhelmed by the sensation of unbounded freedom, the razor-sharp concentration. And—only other climbers wouldn’t consider it corny—the feeling of communion with nature.
He was in his late thirties, tall and rangy, with a prominent jaw and a straight nose, his dark curly hair mostly obscured by a bright knitted wool cap. His normally olive-complexioned face was ruddy from the chill autumn air.
Stone knew that solo climbing was risky. But without the carabiners and the rope and the pitons and the chock-stones and all the customary apparatus of protection, climbing was something else altogether, closer to nature and somehow more true. It was just you and the mountain, and you had no choice but to concentrate utterly or you could get hurt, or worse. Above all, there was no opportunity to think about work, which was what Stone found most refreshing. Luckily, he was so valued that his employers permitted him (though reluctantly) to climb virtually whenever he wanted. He knew he’d never be another Reinhold Messner, the master climber who had solo-climbed Mount Everest without oxygen. Yet there were times, and this was one of them, when that didn’t matter, so much did he feel a part of the mountain.
He kicked absently at a scree pile. Up here, above the tree line, where only shrubs grew out of the inhospitable gray granite, the wind was cold and biting. His hands had grown numb; he had to blow on them to keep them warm. His throat was raw, and his lungs ached from the frigid air.
He struggled to his feet, moved to the crack, and saw that its width varied from about an inch or so to half an inch. The rock face, up close, looked more perilous than he’d expected: a vertical rise with little to hold on to. He wedged his hands into the crack and, fitting his climbing shoes into toeholds in the smooth rock, he hoisted himself up.
He grabbed onto a cling hold, pulled himself up again, and managed to wedge his hands into the crack. Finger-jamming now, he edged up slowly, inch by inch, feeling the rhythm and knowing he could continue climbing this way clear to the top.
And then, for a brief instant, his reverie was interrupted by a sound, an electronic bleat he could not place. Someone seemed to be calling his name, which was impossible, of course, since he was up here completely by himself, but—
—then it came again, quite definitely his name, electronically amplified, and then he heard the unmistakable racket of helicopter blades crescendoing, and it came again: “Charlie!”
“Shit,” he muttered to himself, looking up.
There it was: a white-and-orange JetRanger 206B helicopter hovering just above the summit, coming in for a landing.
“Charlie, Mama wants you back home.” The pilot was speaking through an electric bullhorn, audible even over the deafening roar of the helicopter.
“Great timing,” Stone muttered again as he resumed finger-jamming his way up the crack. “Some fucking sense of humor.” Twenty more feet: they could just goddamn wait. So much for his day of climbing in the Adirondacks.
When, several minutes later, he reached the top, Stone bounded over to the helicopter, ducking slightly as he passed under the blades.
“Sorry, Charlie,” the pilot shouted over the din.
Stone gave a quick, engaging grin and shook his head as he clambered into the front seat. Immediately he put on the voice-activated headset and said, “Not your fault, Dave.” He strapped himself in.
“I think I just broke about five FAA regulations landing here,” the pilot replied, his voice thin and metallic as the helicopter lifted off the mountaintop. “I don’t think you can even call this an off-site landing. For a while there, I didn’t think I’d make it.”
“Couldn’t ‘Mama’ wait until tonight?” Stone asked plaintively.
“Just following orders, Charlie.”
“How the hell’d they find me out here?”
“I’m just the pilot.”
Stone smiled, amazed as always by the resources of his employers. He sat back, determined at least to enjoy the flight. From here, he calculated, it would be something like an hour to the helipad in Manhattan.
Then he sat upright with a jolt. “Hey, what about my car? It’s parked down there, and—”
“It’s already been taken care of,” the pilot said briskly. “Charlie, it’s something really big.”
Stone leaned back in his seat, closed his eyes, and smiled with grudging admiration. “Very thorough,” he said aloud to no one in particular.

Copyright © 1991 by Joseph Finder
Introduction copyright © 2013 by Joseph Finder
Excerpt from Extraordinary Powers copyright © 2005 by Joseph Finder

Meet the Author

Joseph Finder is the author of several New York Times bestselling thrillers, including Buried Secrets, High Crimes, Paranoia and the first Nick Heller novel, Vanished. Killer Instinct won the International Thriller Writers Award for Best Thriller, and Company Man won the Barry and Gumshoe Awards for Best Thriller. High Crimes was the basis of the Morgan Freeman/Ashley Judd movie, and Paranoia was the basis for 2013 film with Liam Hemsworth, Harrison Ford and Gary Oldman. Born in Chicago, Finder studied Russian at Yale and Harvard. He was recruited by the CIA, but decided he preferred writing fiction. A member of the Council on Foreign Relations and the Association for Former Intelligence Officers, he lives in Boston, Massachusetts.

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