There were two little favours Hunter wanted from Callan. Stealing a book from a library wasn't so bad- except that the library was in Sicily- but making sure that Gunther Lesir lost a fortune at cards was a bit more of a problem... Callan was no card sharp...
And the worst thing was, you knew with Hunter that, that wouldn't be the end of it. In no time, Callan was off on a trail that led from Las Vegas to Mexico and into the dirtiest business in the world: drugs, prostitution, blackmail...death...
James William Mitchell (12 March 1926, South Shields - 15 September 2002, Newcastle-upon-Tyne) was a British writer of crime fiction and spy thrillers. Mr. Mitchell also wrote under the pseudonyms James Munro and Patrick O. McGuire. He received bachelor's and master's degrees from Oxford.
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A change of publishers and a bigger book. I like the "Callan" character and his associates. A good example of that British spy novel that gives one hours of pleasure.
I cam remember watching Callan on TV, many years ago. We always enjoyed the programs, though reading a book on his exploits is an entirely different thing. It was alright, but not something I'll be in a hurry to repeat.
The 4th novel in the Callan series. Didn't enjoy this is as much as the other books, started off well but things really start to get dull when Callan heads to the U.S.A. And a word of warning: casual racism abounds!