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From the author of the bestselling At Risk comes a tense and fast-paced new thriller featuring MI5 Intelligence Officer Liz Carlyle.

When Liz Carlyle learns that suspicious meetings have been taking place at an Islamic bookshop, she feels instinctively that a terrorist cell is at work. She reports this to Charles Wetherby, the Director of Counter Terrorism, who immediately puts a surveillance operation into place. So Liz is shocked when Wetherby suddenly takes her off the case ...

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From the author of the bestselling At Risk comes a tense and fast-paced new thriller featuring MI5 Intelligence Officer Liz Carlyle.

When Liz Carlyle learns that suspicious meetings have been taking place at an Islamic bookshop, she feels instinctively that a terrorist cell is at work. She reports this to Charles Wetherby, the Director of Counter Terrorism, who immediately puts a surveillance operation into place. So Liz is shocked when Wetherby suddenly takes her off the case after receiving a tip-off that a mole has been planted in one of the branches of British Intelligence. Now Liz must undertake the momentous task of uncovering and exposing the mole before it's too late.

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Richard Lipez
Rimington actually ran MI5, the British spy agency, for four years in the 1990s, and there's plenty of procedural verisimilitude here. Too much authenticity can be a hindrance in this type of crime fiction, however. While real-life investigations can be plodding, a ticking-bomb thriller that just ambles along is frustrating. Secret Asset eventually does get up a head of steam, though. And its subplot involving a suspected IRA mole inside British intelligence dovetails convincingly with the main plot in which Middle Eastern terrorists scheme to blow up a beloved British institution.
—The Washington Post
Library Journal
Talented M15 intelligence officer Liza Carlyle is asked to stake out a probable terrorist cell at an Islamic bookstore and then asked to pull back; it seems that there's a mole in the system. From former M15 director general Rimington. Copyright 2007 Reed Business Information.
Kirkus Reviews
What's worse than the threat of terrorist violence on English soil? The possibility that the brains behind the plot is a mole who's infiltrated MI5. In the year since Liz Carlyle (At Risk, 2005) recruited Sohail Din, aka Marzipan, the student who put off law school for a year to work undercover in a North London bookshop has provided her with consistently good information on the shop's mostly Arab clientele. So she's especially uneasy when he reports suspicious behavior that may portend a suicide bombing. Can her secret asset's judgment be trusted? She soon learns to her sorrow that Marzipan is more trustworthy than at least one of her Intelligence colleagues. When two attempts to capture the three likely conspirators both come up empty, it's obvious that they've been tipped off. And the only people who knew of both attempts are the Counter-Terrorist elect of MI5 and MI6. Another informant reveals the presence of an Oxford-educated sleeper in Intelligence recruited by a dying IRA agent 15 years ago but never activated. Appointed to root out the sleeper before he awakens, Liz begins by asking which of the possible turncoats attended Oxford. When that question reduces the number of suspects to five-Home Office liaison Patrick Dobson, head of bugging and burgling Michael Binding, globe-trotting investigator Tom Dartmouth, retired agent Stephen Ogasawara and Liz's old friend Judith Spratt-she tries to find out what their former teachers can say about them and what connection each one might have to the IRA. All too soon, though, these background questions are upstaged by a much more urgent riddle: Where will the mole's terrorists strike, and what can Liz and her loyal mates do to head themoff?The mixture as before: slow to start, but with whiplash control of momentum that raises your pulse a heartbeat at a time until the climax. First printing of 50,000
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“Stella Rimington bids to join the ranks of such secret agent-authors as W. Somerset Maugham, Graham Greene, [and] John le Carré.”—The Wall Street Journal“Welcome a new queen of the genre. . . . Stella Rimington, who was the first female director of MI-5, knows of what she writes.”—The Washington Times “Intelligent, vivid . . . [with] rich insider detail.” —The Plain Dealer “Brisk pacing and intelligent attention to detail make this thriller one of the better spy stories of recent times.” —Mystery Scene
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780739343777
  • Publisher: Random House Audio Publishing Group
  • Publication date: 6/19/2007
  • Series: Liz Carlyle Series, #2
  • Format: CD
  • Edition description: Abridged, 5 CDs, 6 hours
  • Product dimensions: 5.78 (w) x 6.36 (h) x 0.98 (d)

Meet the Author

Stella Rimington joined MI5 in 1965 and during her thirty-year career she worked in all the main fields of the Service's responsibilities—counter-subversion, counter-espionage, and counter-terrorism—and successively became Director of all three branches. Appointed Director-General of MI5 in 1992, she was the first woman to hold the post and the first Director-General whose name was publicly announced on appointment. Following her retirement from MI5 in 1996, she became a Non-Executive Director of Marks and Spencer and published her autobiography, Open Secret, in the UK.

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Secret Asset

By Stella Rimington


Copyright © 2007 Stella Rimington
All right reserved.

ISBN: 9781400043958

Chapter One

In the upmarket bathroom shop in Regent’s Park Road in North London, the slim brown-haired woman was showing a close interest in the display of tiles. “Do you need some help?” asked the young male assistant, who was keen to close since it was almost seven o’clock in the evening.

Liz Carlyle was killing time. In trainers and designer jeans, she looked like any of the wealthy young married women who drifted in and out of the interior-design shops and boutiques of this part of London. But Liz was neither wealthy nor married and she was certainly not drifting. She was very focused indeed. She was waiting for the device she held tightly in her left hand to vibrate once—the signal that it was safe for her to proceed to the meeting in the coffee shop further down the road. In the mirror on the shop wall facing her, she could see Wally Woods, the leader of the A4 team providing counter- surveillance backup, taking his time buying an Evening Standard from the newsvendor on the corner.

He had already sent the two pulses, which signalled that her contact, Marzipan, was inside the café waiting for her. Once his team further up the street on either side were satisfied that no one had followed Marzipan, Wally would send the okay.

A young Asian man, dressed in black jeans and ahooded top, came along from the direction of Chalk Farm Underground Station. Wally and his team watched tensely as he paused to look in an estate agent’s window. Moving on, he crossed over and left Regent’s Park Road, walking off into the distance down a side street. Now the device in Liz’s hand vibrated once. “Thanks very much,” said Liz to the relieved shop assistant. “I’ll bring my husband in tomorrow evening and we’ll decide then.” She left the shop, turned right and walked quickly along the street to the coffee shop, which she entered without hesitating, all under the watchful eyes of the A4 team.

Inside, Liz waited at the counter to order a cappuccino. She felt the familiar tension in her stomach, the quickened beating of her heart, which always accompanied work on the front line. She had missed this excitement. For the last four months or so, she had been on convalescent leave, following a counter-terrorist operation in Norfolk at the end of the previous year.

She’d gone down to her mother’s house in Wiltshire almost immediately after the MI5 doctor had ordered her off work. In the ensuing weeks she’d soon been well enough to help her mother in the garden centre she ran. On days off, they’d visited National Trust houses and cooked elaborate dinners for two; occasionally, at the weekend they would socialise with friends from the neighbourhood. It had been pleasant, tranquil, and agonisingly uneventful. Now on this May evening she was happy to be back at the sharp end of operations.

She had returned to work only that week. “Take your time. Settle in,” Charles Wetherby had told her, and back in her office in the counter-terrorism agent-running section she had started with the mountain of paperwork, which had accumulated in her absence. But then the message had come that afternoon from Marzipan—code name for Sohail Din—urgently requesting a meeting. Strictly speaking, Marzipan was no longer Liz’s business. Her colleague Dave Armstrong had taken him over, along with the immense promise of reliable information that he represented, the minute she had left. But for the moment Dave was in Leeds on urgent business and Liz, as Marzipan’s original recruiter and runner, had been the obvious choice to stand in.

She took her coffee and walked to the gloomy back of the café where Marzipan was sitting at a small corner table, reading a book. “Hello Sohail,” she said quietly, sitting down.

He closed his book and looked at her in surprise. “Jane!” he exclaimed, using the name he knew her by. “I was not expecting you, but I am so happy to see you.”

She had forgotten how young he looked, but then, he was young. When Liz had first met Sohail Din, more than a year before, he had already been accepted to read Law at Durham University. He was still less than twenty. He had taken a job in his gap year at a small Islamic bookshop in Haringey. Though it was not well paid, he had hoped it would provide an opportunity for religious discussion with other serious-minded young men like himself. But he had soon found that the bookshop was a focal point for radical Islamist doctrine—not at all the version of Islam that Sohail had learned at home and at his local mosque. He had been shocked by the casual talk of fatwas and jihad, then still more to find that some of his fellow employees openly supported the tactics of suicide bombers, even boasting of taking up arms themselves against the West. And finally he had come to realise that some of the people who came into the shop were actively involved in terrorist activities. That was when he had decided to act himself. He had found a police station some distance away and had told his story to a Special Branch officer. He was moved quickly through a well-tried route to MI5 and his first contact there, Liz Carlyle. She had recruited him and had developed him as a long-term agent, persuading him to put off his university career for a year. In the months that followed, Marzipan had provided invaluable information about the comings and goings of people of interest to MI5 and the police.

“It’s very good to see you again, Sohail,” said Liz. “You look well.”

Marzipan put down his book, saying nothing, but gazing at her gently, solemnly, his eyes large through his spectacles. Liz could see that he was on edge.

“Are you looking forward to university?” she said, wanting to put him more at ease.

“Very much,” he said earnestly.

“Good. You will do very well there, you know. And we are very grateful to you for delaying your studies.” Gently, she made the transition to business. “Your message said you needed to see us urgently. Has something happened?”

Now the young man—not much more than a boy, thought Liz—said, “Two weeks ago, a man visited the bookshop. One of the boys in the shop told me he was an important Imam visiting from Pakistan, and I thought I recognised his face from one of the videos we sell in the shop. I told this to Simon. He said that if the man came back to the shop I should contact him immediately.”

Simon Willis was Dave Armstrong’s working alias. Liz asked, “And you’ve seen this man again?”

Sohail Din nodded. “This afternoon. He did not come into the shop. He was upstairs, with three other men. Young men, though one was older than the others. They were British Asians.”

“Are you sure?”

“I am certain. I heard them speak. You see, I was sent upstairs to fix the video player. Aswan—he works in the shop—had installed it, but today is his day off. He had not connected it properly to the aerial.”

“What were they watching?”

“A video the Imam had brought—there was a stack of them next to the VCR. They had one of these in the machine.”

The door to the café opened and Sohail peered over Liz’s shoulder. But it was only two young women, laden with carrier bags, coming in for coffee after their shopping. Sohail continued, “When I connected the recorder to the aerial I turned on the machine to make sure it was working properly. That’s when I saw part of the video they were watching.”

He paused, and Liz suppressed her impatience and waited for him to resume. “It was a video of this same man, the Imam. He was speaking in Urdu, which I do not understand well—but from hearing it at home I know a little. He was saying that sometimes it was necessary to die for one’s belief; he was talking about a holy war.”

She said, “Did you see any more than that?”

Sohail shook his head. “Not then. I didn’t stay; I didn’t want them to think I was paying much attention.”

“Why do you think they were watching it? I mean, if the Imam was there anyway.”

Sohail paused for a moment. “I have thought carefully about this. It came to my mind that he had come here to tutor the men. Maybe to prepare them.”

“Prepare them?”

Sohail added quietly, “I think he was preparing them for a mission. Perhaps a suicide mission. They talk about these things in the shop.”

Liz was surprised. This seemed a very dramatic conclusion. The Marzipan she had known had been calm and levelheaded; now he seemed frightened and overexcited. Liz asked calmly, “Why do you think that?”

Suddenly Sohail reached down and brought a small paper bag out of his knapsack. He slid it across the table. “Here’s why.”

“What’s in there?” she asked.

“I brought the video. The Imam left it behind, along with the other tapes. I went upstairs and watched it just before we closed.”

Liz quickly put the video into her bag, pleased that Sohail had brought it, but also appalled by the risk he was taking. “Well done, Sohail,” she said, “but won’t they notice that it’s gone?”

“There were many other videos upstairs. And I am sure no one saw me go up there.”

“It will have to go back quickly,” she said firmly. “But tell me first, these three men, how old were they?”

“The young ones were about my age. The other one perhaps in his late twenties.”

“You said they were British. Did you notice anything about their accents?”

“It is difficult to say.” He thought for a moment. “Except the older one. I think he came from the North.”

“Would you recognise them again?”

“I can’t be sure. I didn’t want to look at them too carefully.”

“Of course,” said Liz soothingly, for she could see that Sohail’s eyes kept returning to the door. “Do you have any idea where these three have gone to?”

“No, but I know they’ll be back.”

Liz felt her pulse pick up. “Why? When?”

“The same time next week. Aswan asked if he should bring the machine down. But the owner said not to bother, as it would be needed again on Thursday. That is why I think they are in training. There is a series of videos for them to watch. It is a sort of course they are doing.”

“How do you know it will be the same men?”

Sohail thought for a moment. “Because of the way he said it. ‘Leave it,’ he said, ‘they’ll need it again next week.’ The way he said ‘they’ll’ could only mean the same men.”

Liz considered this. They had some time, then, though not very much, to put an operation in place before the group reconvened. She thought hard for a moment, trying to decide what to do next. “Tell me, could you meet me again later this evening? I’d like to go and copy the video, and also collect some photographs for you to look at. Photographs of people. Can you do that?”

Sohail nodded.

“Let me tell you where to go.” She gave him an address in one of the anonymous streets north of Oxford Street and made him repeat it back to her. Then she said, “Take the Underground to Oxford Circus and walk west. Do you know where John Lewis is?” Sohail nodded. “So this is what you do to get to the house. We will make sure you aren’t being followed, but if we are not happy, someone will stop you on the street and ask you for the time. They’ll ask you twice—and if that happens do not go to the safe house. Walk straight on, catch a bus and go home. And just in case you run into anyone you know, have an excuse ready for what you’re doing there.”

“That’s easy,” said Sohail. “I’ll say I’ve been looking for CDs at the HMV shop on Oxford Street. They stay open late.”

Liz looked at her watch. “It’s now seven-thirty. I will meet you there at ten o’clock.”

“Will you be my contact again from now on?” he asked.

“We’ll see,” she said mildly, for in truth she didn’t know herself. “It doesn’t matter, you know. We all work together.”

He nodded but there was a look in his eyes which Liz at first took for simple excitement, then realised was partly fear. She smiled reassuringly at him. “You are doing a brilliant job. Just go on being very careful, Sohail.”

He smiled back at her a little bleakly, his eyes darkening. She added, “If you ever feel you are in any danger, you must tell us at once. Use the alert procedure. We do not expect you to put yourself in unnecessary danger.”

She knew these were empty words. Of course he must be in jeopardy; in such operations risk was inevitable. Not for the first time, Liz questioned her participation in the subtle psychological game of agent running: cautioning the agent to be careful, acknowledging the danger he was in, reassuring him that he would be protected, encouraging him to obtain the information that was needed. The only justification was the harm she was trying to prevent, but faced with a Marzipan, it seemed a difficult balance to preserve.

But Sohail said simply, resolutely, “I will do everything I can.” Liz was moved but his words did nothing to relieve her feelings of guilt. He was so very young, and yet so very brave. If these men in the bookshop were happy to blow themselves up, she hated to think what they would be happy to do to Sohail. Involuntarily almost, she shook her head and turned away.


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  • Posted August 29, 2014

    Secret Asset

    I have discovered Stella Rimington only recently and this summer has been more joyous because of her books. Secret Asset is a very good read.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 2, 2011

    good read

    good story, interesting, fast read.

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  • Posted January 27, 2009

    Quality, entertaining, realistically written book about the work of people who keep us safe

    The second book in the Liz Carlisle series continues where the first one (At Risk) left off, with Liz fighting terrorism with her brains and resources of MI-5; and just as was the case with first book, what I mostly like about this one is its realism. <BR/><BR/>Knowing that the author is the former head of a British Security Service, you feel that a lot of things that she is telling us about the work of those men and women is true. The plot is entertaining, but again, without any ridiculous or unbelievable things that make you put the book away. It is well-written, even though the author is not a professional writer. <BR/><BR/>You might say that the ending is somewhat strange and anticlimactic, but it certainly doesn't spoil the whole book. The main character, Liz, is a very likeable young woman, she has the feelings and concerns and problems of a regular woman, and exceptional skills of a security service professional. <BR/><BR/>As with many other books written by British authors, some American readers might need a little bit of terminology adjustment, example: Asians - people from Asian countries of India and Pakistan, etc.<BR/><BR/>Again, this is not the flashiest of books in the genre, but for those readers who prefer realism and believability to mindless and incredible stories, it is certainly worth reading. Or listening to an audiobook, as I did, with excellent narration by Rosalyn Landor.

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  • Posted December 9, 2008

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    Runner Sohail ¿code name Marzipan¿ Din meets his former handler M15 Intelligence Officer Liz Carlyle to inform her that there is odd meetings going on at a London Islamic bookstore especially the visits from a VIP Pakistani Imam. Not only is the lad, who plans to go to university shortly a reliable source, he gives ¿Jane¿ a tape left behind by the Imam.---------------- Although Jane knows this could be innocent meetings, her gut tells her otherwise. She reports to her superior M 15 Director of Counterterrorism Charles Wetherby, who trusts her instincts besides which he takes no chances. He assigns an A-4 surveillance team to watch the bookstore. However, at the last moment, Charles removes a stunned Liz from the case. Instead he directs her to work a more insidious scenario that in the long run could cause even more immense problems for the country. Evidence has surfaced that a terrorist SECRET ASSET has infiltrated British Intelligence Liz is assigned to uncover the mole before further damage is done to M 15 and terrorists repeat the transportation calamities. She calculates what is AT RISK if she fails.------------------ Having a mole inside an espionage agency is not a knew theme and has had real world counterpoints, but former M15 Director Stella Rimington keeps it fresh by finding who the perfect fit at the conference table (think Ames) is before terrorists strike. The story line is fast-paced, but it is the underlying belief that future hits will occur regardless of M15 efforts and attempts to include alienated minorities into society that make the tale way above the usual espionage thriller. Fans will appreciate this strong story of determining just which one of your colleagues is betraying your country and causing people to die.--------------- Harriet Klausner

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