The Asset (Lance Spector, #1)

by Saul Herzog

I want to make one thing very clear to you—this is the book I always wanted to write. And, for what it’s worth, and in whole reliance on that magical bond that exists between writer and reader, you are the person I always wanted to write it for.

That life was as hard as nature. That man was the cruelest animal of all.

Anthrax had always been a scourge in the region. They called it Siberian ulcer or Siberian plague. It caused painful black ulcers

on the skin, fever, vomiting, bloody diarrhea, and eventually death.

Ramstein Air Base was located southwest of Frankfurt, about halfway between Mainz and the French border,

And Tatyana had learned that men were driven by one thing. Not lust, not greed, not even the desire for power. The force that really made the world go round was the delicate, tender, all-too-easily-wounded snowflake that was the male ego. That was what brought nations to war, what brought soldiers to the battlefield, and what brought men to women’s beds.

she didn’t know anything about him. Everything she’d learned in her years as a spy told her never to get in a fight without all the facts. You needed to know your opponent. And you needed to have surprise on your side.

Roth nodded. “I suppose that’s one thing the Kremlin will always have on us.” “What’s that?” “No matter how bad things get, no matter how dire the situation, there’s really nothing we can threaten Russia with that doesn’t pale in comparison to what your own government can do to you.”