This is the second book in a series and I liked it well enough to eventually look up the first one and check it out too. It begins with a dead body, as all proper thrillers do, lying beside the Danube. It's the mid-fifties, and the 4 powers are just about to leave Vienna and the Austrians to their own devices. Outside, the Iron Curtain is going up, and it's spy v. spy v. spy--British, American, French, Soviets, Germans--and some players you can't recognize without a playbook. Fortunately, the author has one, as does his hero, a tough CIA operative with a German wife, both of whom, played the game during the war years and know the score. The beginning to the middle was an engaging and fast read, then it began to bog down with one too many circular conversations in which I couldn't quite believe. Perhaps the author was in a bit of a hurry to finish this one--the denouement (for me) fell flat.