The Quest for Anna Klein

The Quest for Anna Klein

by Thomas H. Cook


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The Quest for Anna Klein by Thomas H. Cook

"Nobody tells a story better than Thomas H. Cook." --Michael Connelly


Thomas Danforth has lived a fortunate life. The son of a wealthy importer, he wandered the globe in his youth, and now, in his twenties, he lives in New York City and runs the family business. It is 1939 and the world is on the brink of war, but his life is untroubled, his future assured. Then, on a snowy evening walk along Gramercy Park, a friend makes a fateful request--and involves Thomas in a dangerous idea that could change the fates of millions.

Danforth is to provide access to his secluded Connecticut mansion, where a mysterious woman will receive training in firearms and explosives. Thus begins an international plot carried out by the strange and alluring Anna Klein--a plot that will ensnare Thomas in more ways than one. When it all goes wrong and Anna disappears, his quest across a war torn world begins...

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780547750408
Publisher: Houghton Mifflin Harcourt
Publication date: 06/01/2012
Pages: 354
Sales rank: 669,196
Product dimensions: 5.20(w) x 7.90(h) x 1.00(d)

About the Author

THOMAS H. COOK was born in Fort Payne, Alabama. He has been nominated for Edgar Awards seven times in five different categories. He received the Best Novel Edgar, the Barry for Best Novel, and has been nominated for numerous other awards.

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Century Club, New York City, 2001

The question was never whether she would live or die, for that had been decided long ago.
 Danforth had said this flatly at one point deep in our conversation, a conclusion he’d evidently come to by way of a painful journey.
 It had taken time for him to reach this particular remark. As I’d learned by then, he was a man who kept to his own measured pace. After our initial greeting, for example, he’d taken an agonizingly slow sip from his scotch and offered a quiet, grandfatherly smile. “People in their clubs,” he said softly. “Isn’t that how Fitzgerald put it? People in their clubs who set down their drinks and recalled their old best dreams. I must seem that way to you. An old man with a head full of woolly memories.” His smile was like an arrow launched from a great distance. “But even old men can be dangerous.”
 I’d come to New York from Washington, traveled from one stricken city to another, it seemed, a novice member of the think tank that had recently hired me. My older colleagues had manned the desks of what had once been called Soviet Studies. They’d been very assiduous in these studies. There’d hardly been a ruble spent on missiles or manure that they hadn’t recorded and scrutinized. But for all that, not one of them had foreseen the abrupt collapse of the Soviet Union, how it would simply dissolve into the liquefying fat of its own simmering corruption. That stunning failure in forecasting had shaken their confidence to the core and sent them scrambling for an explanation. They’d still been searching for it years later when the attack had come even more staggeringly out of nowhere. That had been a far graver failure to understand the enemy at our gates, and it had sharply, and quite conveniently for me, changed their focus. Now I, the youngest of their number, their latest hire, had been dispatched to interview Thomas Jefferson Danforth, a man I’d never heard of but who’d written to tell me that he had “experience” that might prove useful, as he’d put it, to “policymakers” such as myself, “especially now.” The interview was not a prospect I relished, and I knew it to be the sort of task doled out to freshman colleagues more or less as a training exercise, but it was better than standing guard at the copying machine or fetching great stacks of research materials from the bowels of various government agencies.
 “I remember that line of Fitzgerald’s,” I told Danforth, just to let him know that, although a mere wisp of a boy by his lights, I was well educated, perhaps even a tad worldly. “It was about Lindbergh. How ‘people set down their glasses in country clubs,’ struck by what he’d done.”
 “A solo flight across the Atlantic that reminded them of what they’d once been or had hoped to be,” Danforth added. Now his smile suddenly seemed deeply weighted, like a bet against the odds. “Youth is a country with closed borders,” he said. “All that’s valuable must be smuggled in.”
 I assumed this remark was rhetorical and found it somewhat condescending, but our conversation had just begun and so I let it pass.
 Danforth winced as he shifted in his chair. “Old bones,” he explained. “So, what is your mission, Mr. Crane? The grand one, I mean.”
 “Our country’s good,” I answered. “Is that grand enough?”
 What remained of Danforth’s smile vanished. “I was young like you.” His voice was even, his tone cautionary, as if he regarded my youth as an animal that could easily turn on me. “Clever and self-confident. It was a very good feeling, as I recall.”

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Chickfilady More than 1 year ago
World traveler and business man, Thomas Danforth is a knowledgeable man living the high life in 1939 New York. Working with his father in the import business, Thomas has had the privilege of traveling in and out of the European continent, America, and the world...picking up antiques and art here and there, learning languages, making contacts around the world. In one night, his life changes when his friend approaches him about a project--a project that could change the world and perhaps prevent a war. One night, Thomas meets Anna. His world changes. Simply providing a place for Anna to train, Thomas tries to stay in the background as an observer of the project. However, the more he sees of Anna, the more he is drawn in to her plan and quite possible in to her. When Anna disappears, his quest begins. He will not rest till he finds Anna or at least word of Anna...a trace, a hint, a lead. Thomas Cook is a genius. This novel has so many twists and turns and side tracks that I kept turning pages in anticipation. A huge fan of novels based on this time period, the author definitely put a different spin on the typical World War 2 spy novel. This is a definite must-read, must-have for any and all World War 2 fans.