The Traitor (Tommy Carmellini Series #2) [NOOK Book]


When he is assigned to Paris, CIA officer Tommy Carmellini joins his old boss Jake Grafton on a bold mission: To locate a French intelligence agent who has secret investments in the Bank of Palestine. Together they work to unravel a tangle of espionage, deception, and murder…and develop an elaborate strategy to infiltrate the highest levels of Al Queda.
Meanwhile, the leaders of the G-8 industrialized nations will soon meet in Paris--an...
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When he is assigned to Paris, CIA officer Tommy Carmellini joins his old boss Jake Grafton on a bold mission: To locate a French intelligence agent who has secret investments in the Bank of Palestine. Together they work to unravel a tangle of espionage, deception, and murder…and develop an elaborate strategy to infiltrate the highest levels of Al Queda.
Meanwhile, the leaders of the G-8 industrialized nations will soon meet in Paris--an event that would make a tempting terrorist target. Throw into the mix the beautiful, clever daughter of the French ambassador to Washington and an Israeli spy or two, and the stage is set for a tour de force of deception and drama.

Soon Carmellini and Grafton unearth a horrifying plan to shake the West as never before. But can they stop the conspiracy without compromising the intelligence source that could bring down Al Queda once and for all?

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Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly
In bestseller Coonts's assured new international thriller, Tommy Carmellini, the sardonic, laid-back CIA agent who became a star in 2004's Liars & Thieves, gets a shot at the big time in his second featured outing when he's asked to drop his routine work and help find out why the director of French intelligence is making large, secret investments in the Bank of Palestine. Tommy wonders if he's the right man for the job; his own espionage experience in France is limited to being "assistant passport officer at the embassy." When his controller tells him that the new head of European Ops asked for Tommy by name, it turns out to be the unretired Jake Grafton (the longtime star of his own Coonts series), described by Carmellini as "the toughest son of a bitch wearing shoe leather." With support from Grafton; an enigmatic, seductive CIA agent, Sarah Houston; and a nifty little electronic weapon that Coonts says is really being tested, Tommy zeroes in on the high-level traitor who could do him and the world a lot of damage. (July) Copyright 2006 Reed Business Information.
Library Journal

In this second adventure of CIA agent Tommy Carmellini, our hero is sent to Paris by the near-mythic Jake Grafton. His mission is to find out why the head of French intel is making large investments in the Bank of Palestine. On top of that, the G-8 summit will soon convene in Paris, and there may be a plot to whack some of the notables in attendance. After several CIA agents get hit, Jake and Tommy realize that there is a spy in their midst. They make a nice team as they wade through the "City of Love" to find the traitor. Dennis Boutsikaris is a fine choice to read this tale; he is quite versatile in rendering the numerous characters, and his somewhat understated narration is in keeping with Tommy's character. For popular collections.
—Michael T. Fein Copyright 2007 Reed Business Information

Kirkus Reviews
The G-8 schedules a sit down, al-Qaeda vows a blow-up and once again, the would-be Batman (Jake Grafton) and Robin (Tommy Carmellini) come to the aid of their country. Paris, one of the loveliest cities in the world, is where something ugly will soon be happening-at least it will if certain ill-intentioned jihadists have their way. In its sights, al-Qaeda, making no secret of its brutal and bloody intent, has the prime ministers of Great Britain and Japan, the Chancellor of Germany, the president of France and, gulp, POTUS. It follows that in D.C. the security wonks are getting antsy. Out of retirement comes intrepid, and damn-near-indestructible Rear Admiral Jake Grafton, charged anew with saving the nation. With him is his scampish young sidekick Tommy Carmellini, who did a little saving of his own the last time the two hooked up. Tommy, however, appears something other than his eager-to-rumble self. Down-time-or, a period when no one is shooting at him-has its obvious upside. But the matter is presented starkly: It's either Paris or Iraq. In France, as events march apace, there will be times when both heroes will question the validity of their choices. To begin with, an ex-girlfriend with a grudge complicates life for Tommy. An enigmatic opposite number in the French intelligence service makes the usually unflappable Jake a touch less certain than he should be about his ability to protect the president once on foreign soil. As conference day approaches, the prevailing spook mode shifts from cloak to dagger, and suddenly the guys they thought were watching their backs are aiming at them. The Coonts method (Liars & Thieves, 2004, etc.) has always been slam-bang,seek-your-George-Smileys-elsewhere, but here the action seems forced, and gratuitous, leaving the storytelling punchless.
From the Publisher
Praise for Tommy Carmellini and Liars & Thieves:

"This book is vintage Coonts… plenty of action and intrigue, with the added benefit of a new lead character." —The Dallas Morning News

"Former Grafton sidekick Tommy Carmellini, ex-burglar and CIA operative, has been promoted to star in what's sure to be another excellent, long-lived series."—Publishers Weekly (Starred Review)

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781429928038
  • Publisher: St. Martin's Press
  • Publication date: 3/6/2007
  • Series: Tommy Carmellini Series , #2
  • Sold by: Macmillan
  • Format: eBook
  • Edition description: First Edition
  • Edition number: 1
  • Pages: 384
  • Sales rank: 34,927
  • File size: 365 KB

Meet the Author

Stephen Coonts

STEPHEN COONTS is the author of thirteen New York Times bestselling books, which have been translated and republished around the world. A former naval aviator and Vietnam combat veteran, he is a graduate of West Virginia University and the University of Colorado School of Law. He and his wife live in Nevada.
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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

Maurice Marton died of a heart attack thirty-seven thousand feet above the Mediterranean. He did it quietly, the same way he had lived his life. He felt a sudden, severe chest pain, couldn't breathe, and reached for the call light above his seat. As he looked up, gasping, groping for the button, his heart quit beating altogether. Maurice Marton slumped in his first-class airline seat. By chance, he was in a window seat and his head sagged toward the window. Also by chance, the aisle seat beside him was empty.

It was several minutes before the flight attendant noticed Marton. The man was slumped down, facing the window, and although his eyes were open, the attendant couldn't see them and thought he was asleep. As is customary in first class, he let him sleep.

A half hour later as the aircraft began its descent into Amman, the seat-belt light came on. It was then that the flight attendant tried to wake his sleeping passenger. As soon as he saw the open, unfocused, frozen eyes, he knew the man was dead.

An old hand at the business, the attendant felt for Marton's pulse. Finding none, he covered the man with a blanket and turned his head back toward the window.

The plane made a normal landing in Amman, and after the other passengers were off the plane, a doctor and two policemen came aboard. As the senior cabin attendant watched, they loaded the corpse onto a stretcher and carried it off.

With the airplane empty of people, the senior attendant removed Marton's attaché case from the storage compartment over his head and opened it. The case was crammed full, mostly letters and spreadsheets and a few printed statements. Roughly half were in French and half in Arabic. The attendant sat down and began rapidly scanning the documents.

Three weeks after the death of Maurice Marton, a man from the American embassy entered a nondescript building in Tel Aviv and was ushered to a basement room. The walls, floor and ceiling were poured concrete. A naked bulb on a wire hung from the ceiling over the only desk, a small, scarred steel one that at some time in the historic past had been painted a robin's egg blue. Behind the desk was a tanned man with close-cropped brown hair wearing a white short-sleeved shirt. He had a comfortable tummy, and a firm grip when he shook hands.

"Good to see you, Harris. How was Washington?"

"A steam bath," the American said. "With a whole continent to play with, they managed to put the capital in a place that's cold, damp and miserable in the winter, and hot, humid and miserable in the summer."

"I've never been there. Should I make the trip someday?"

"Only if the airfare is free."

The men were seated now. The host said, "I have a story that I thought would interest your colleagues."

"Anything that interests the Mossad will interest my crowd," Harris replied candidly.

"On the twenty-seventh of last month, a French intelligence agent named Maurice Marton died on an Air France flight between Paris and Amman. Had a heart attack, apparently, and quietly expired. In his attaché case were some interesting documents that I would like to share with you." The host picked up a small stack of paper and handed it to his guest.

The American examined the sheets carefully. They were obviously copies. After a few minutes, he remarked, "I understand most of the French, I think—it's been a few years since college—but my Arabic is a little rusty. It appears someone named Henri Rodet is buying stock in the Bank of Palestine, two million euros' worth."

"I think so, yes," murmured the Israeli. "Do you recognize the name?"


"Henri Rodet is the head of the DGSE." The Direction Générale de la Sécurité Exteriéure was the French intelligence agency.

Harris lowered the sheets and stared at his host. He blinked several times. "Really!"


Harris spent another minute scanning the documents, then raised his head and said, "They'll want to know how you got these."

"As I said, Marton, a career clerk in DGSE headquarters, was on his way to Amman, presumably to do this deal for his boss, Rodet. He died en route. One of our men got his hands on Marton's attaché case, saw that these documents were of interest, and managed to run the originals through a copier and return them to the case."

"Luck," muttered Harris.

"On rare occasions that sprite does indeed smile," the Israeli said casually. He said that to be polite; the only kind of luck he believed in was the kind you made for yourself. The men and women of the Mossad used every morsel of wit and guile they could muster, and every penny of their budget, to keep agents in place in key positions in Cairo, Amman, Damascus, Beirut, Riyadh and two dozen other places around the globe. Because agents were there, in place, good things could happen. Good things had to happen for Israel. Without timely, accurate, reliable intelligence for its decision makers, the nation would cease to exist.

The American settled himself to study the documents in detail. When he finished he put the sheets back on the desk.

"You may have those," the Israeli said.

Harris folded the sheets carefully. "You are convinced these are genuine?"

"Marton was very dead, right there in a first-class seat. From all appearances, it was a natural death."

"Why first class? Why not coach?"

"The French government bought the ticket. Air France upgraded it because there was room in the front of the plane."

After Harris placed the copies in his trouser pocket, he asked, "Did your man raise any suspicions?"

"He thought not. The attaché case and the dead man's luggage were held by the airline. After his family was notified, a man arrived on the next day's flight and claimed them."

"His name?"

"Claude Bruguiere. We believe he, too, is DGSE."

"And what did he do with the attaché case?"

"This happened in Amman," the Mossad officer explained. He spread his hands. "We have limited assets, as you know."

"So you're not going to share that." It was a statement, not a question.

The Mossad officer smiled.

The American intelligence officer scratched his head, then smoothed his hair. He didn't have much; the motion was an old habit. Finally he stood and stuck out his hand. "Thanks for the information," he said.

"You're welcome," the Israeli replied as he pumped Harris' hand.

"You've opened a whole can of worms, you know."

"The worms were already there, my friend."

"I suppose so," Harris said.

By pure coincidence, the day the American named Harris had his interview with a senior Mossad official, a well-dressed man in his late forties or early fifties joined a group of tourists waiting for a guided tour of the Château de Versailles, the Sun King's palace that is today in the southwestern suburbs of metropolitan Paris.

The man had a dark complexion, as if he spent much of his life in the sun. Of medium height, he was perfectly shaved and barbered, with a lean, spare frame that showcased the dark gray tailored Italian suit he wore. He wore handmade leather shoes; on his wrist was an expensive Swiss watch. His deep blue tie was muted and understated, the perfect accent for a wealthy man in the upper echelons of international society, which was, of course, precisely what the man was.

An American college professor on sabbatical spoke to the man in heavily accented French, asking if he had ever before toured the palace. He replied with a hint of a smile, in perfect French, that indeed he had, although many years had passed since his last visit. The professor, a single woman who had always been enthralled by France and all things French, gave the man her absolute best smile.

He answered it by discussing the history of the palace as they waited for the professional guide. He knew so much about the palace that the American asked, "Are you a scholar?"

"A businessman, madame," he said with another hint of a smile. The lady thought him charming. She would have asked more questions, but the guide showed up and launched into a canned speech, and a minute later the group straggled off after her.

The American woman stayed close to the well-dressed man in the dark gray suit. Occasionally, when the guide glossed over some fact that the woman thought might be intriguing, she asked the man, who knew the answers.

The group—there were several dozen tourists, mostly couples—made their way through the palace. They worked their way through the north wing, looking in on L'Opéra, the site of the marriage of the future Louis XVI and Marie Antoinette, the Chapelle Royale and the picture galleries, then made their way into the center section of the palace. The guide led the group through the library, the Cabinet du Conseil, and the king's bedroom. From there they went to the queen's bedroom, where the queens of France gave birth to their children as members of the court watched with bated breath.

"That way there could be no question as to who was the lawful heir to the throne," the man whispered to the American, who was slightly appalled at the public nature of what she considered a very private event.

From there, finally, they entered the Hall of Mirrors, the great room of state for eighteenth-century France. "In fact," the guide intoned in heavily accented English, "this room is still used for great state occasions. For example, in 1919 the Treaty of Versailles that ended World War I was ratified in this room."

It was a huge room, about eighty yards long, with a high, vaulted ceiling covered in gold leaf. The long wall on the exterior side of the building was perforated with tall arched windows, from which one could gaze in awe at the magnificent gardens behind the palace. The opposite wall was lined with mirrors, and the entire room was lit with dozens of dazzling chandeliers.

"Very impressive," the American lady whispered to her fellow tourist.

He nodded in agreement, and stood rooted as the group moved on.

This is the place, the man thought.

They will be here before the cameras, surrounded by television crews, reporters and security guards. The world will be watching.

We will kill them here.

Copyright © 2006 by Stephen Coonts. All rights reserved.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 6, 2014

    False Pricing, listed 2.99, when you buy it is 6.99

    Very dissapointed in Barnes and Noble trickery

    1 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 26, 2013

    Fair at best

    If you can get past the authors disgusting love for the useless country of France, and his pathetic admiration for Paris, a dump I might add, you will like this book.

    1 out of 5 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted February 8, 2014

    Took me 6 days. . .

    I read really good books really fast - I can't put them down! This one kept getting put down, I just never could get INTO reading it. Mr. Counts is a good writer, and I love international intrigue - but Tommy Carmellini is too much into himself; not into the plot. It's a shame & waste of some good characters.

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  • Posted January 24, 2014

    Excellent book. A must read

    Excellent book. I love Stephen Coonts and read all of his books

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 10, 2014

    Good Read

    Good follow up to the Jake Grafton series. Caramellini isn't the typical "James Bond" type.

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  • Posted November 8, 2013

    Jake ain't dead, and he hasn't even floated away..

    JAKE & TOMMY....What a team...

    0 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted September 21, 2012

    highly recommend

    Great book.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 27, 2012

    Good book. Held my interest.

    Coonts is always a good read for me. He holds my interest and the action is good, but not too gruesome. The plot is always timely and fits with current events, which I enjoy too.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 5, 2009

    Grafton as Spy Master, Carmellini against Terrorists

    I've been following Jake Grafton, and now Tommy Carmellini, since Flight of the Intruder. Coonts' books are always a great, engrossing, and entertaining read. He's got a great feel for suspense and narrative, and his switches from third person for Jake to first for Tommy draw you into the characters and do much to paint them in your minds eye. I'm looking forward to #3 in the Tommy series.

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  • Posted May 2, 2009

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    The Traitor

    I am an avid reader of Stephen Coonts, especially his books with Jake Grafton. I am pleased to see the author take Jake through his career as a Naval Officer and his maturing years. I have followed Jake from his "Flight of the Intruder" days to "The Traitor". All of my Stephen Coonts books are hardback and are in a prominent place in my library. I have read and re-read Stephen's books several times to fill in the gap between his next adventure.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 24, 2008

    so so

    the scenario was there for a great thriller. But the book fails to deliver a taut punch or any breathtaking climartic end. It's quite enjoyable when narrated by 'tommy', our main man. He's funny, but at times, doesn't come across as a super spy. The book was slow throughout the first 200 to 300 pages. Kind of fragmented and does not come together at all. Certainly fails as a pageturner or thriller. The action was lacking, and whatever technology employed was under-rated.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 7, 2006


    As a long time Coonts fan, I was disappointed with 'The Traitor'. I really enjoy the Tommy Carmellini chartacter Coonts came out with in 'Cuba' (one of my favorites!) 'The Traitor' started off a little slow, but I didn't mind because I liked the character development in the first third of the book. True to Coonts form, once the action starts it doesnt end. Unfortunately the real climax comes before the end and as a result the end is anticlimatic, forced and not very beleievable. Not his best, but worth a trip to the library.

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  • Posted February 2, 2009

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    An international thriller by Stephen Coonts deserves an exceptional narration and that is precisely what film and television actor Dennis Boutsikaris provides. At times gruff, at other times forbidding, he always imbues his characters with a defining vocal twist. As Coonts fans know and appreciate this author wastes no time in hooking readers/listeners attention. This time it's with the death of a French intelligence agent on an Air France flight to Amman, Jordan. Such an untimely demise leads Jake Grafton, now CIA operations officer in charge of Europe to suspect that the director of French intelligence has a spy planted among top Al Queda. Does the French director vehemently deny this? Of course, he does. There's only one person Grafton can rely on in a life and death situation, and it's Tommy Carmellini. Seems that would be an intrepid duo and that they are. But it takes more than strength and intelligence to figure out who is spying on whom and what may happen when the leaders of the G-8 nations meet in Paris. It's especially difficult to find the truth when their lives are in danger. Another topnotch thriller from Coonts and aces performance by Boutsikaris. - Gail Cooke

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  • Posted December 9, 2008

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    An action-packed exhilarating thriller

    While flying over the Mediterranean first class to Amman, Jordan, French intelligence agent Maurice Marton suffers a heart attack and dies. Marton was carrying interesting documents with him when he passed away. Apparently Henri Rodet, Director of the French spy agency Direction Gernale de la Securite Extelieure, has holdings in the Bank of Palestine.----------------- Espionage agencies on both sides of the Atlantic panic with a need to know what is in Henri¿s investment portfolio with the fear being he sold out or worse. The Americans send top operative Tommy Carmellini to discover what Henri is up to. Tommy recruits his partner on several capers (See CUBA) US Navy Rear Admiral (R) Jake Grafton to determine whether Henri has sold out to terrorists and if so to stop him and his new cronies without compromising the lives of their sources.-------------- This is an action-packed exhilarating thriller that never slows down from the moment that the flight attendant realizes that Marton is not debarking from the plane until the final climax that will surprise the audience with a terrific end state twist. Carmellini and Grafton still have it as they compete with several European allegedly allies and Middle Eastern operatives of what might prove to be the greatest treachery in history making Judas, Quisling and Arnold look like patriots.------------- Harriet Klausner

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