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Jack in the box : a shadow war thriller
Weisman, John.
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New York : Morrow, [2004]

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322 pages ; 24 cm
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In the highest reaches of the United States government, someone is betraying America's secrets.

Former CIA Moscow station chief Sam Waterman is drawn into an astonishing maze of deception when he is called on to debrief the legendary traitor Edward Lee Howard. The only CIA officer ever to defect to the KGB, Howard has decided to come home and come clean. Or has he? He makes the stunning allegation that American intelligence, distracted by the war on terror, has been penetrated by high-level moles. If true, the government and the intelligence community would be thrown into chaos. But before Waterman can verify any of it, Howard is found murdered.

Desperate, Waterman scours his old haunts in Moscow, Paris, and Washington, D.C. As he delves deeper and begins to unravel a mind-bending conspiracy, his old friends -- and old enemies -- turn up dead. Through it all he begins to realize that the new CIA is nothing like the old, that truth is relative, and honor has become an afterthought.

Filled with cutting-edge tradecraft and based on actual CIA operations, Jack in the Box goes deep inside the American intelligence community as few novels ever have.

Author Notes

John Weisman is a writer specializing in espionage & military themes. His much-acclaimed short-story, "There Are Monsterim," was selected for inclusion in the Best American Mystery Stories: 1997, edited by Robert B. Parker.

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Publisher's Weekly Review

Weisman, coauthor with Richard Marcinko of the Rogue Warrior series, continues his solo work after SOAR with this instructive novel of friendship and betrayal in the shadow world of modern espionage. Veteran CIA operative Sam Waterman has been cashiered for allowing his chief agent, Russian general Pavel Baranov, to be killed moments after showing Sam documents pointing to the existence of a mole at the highest levels of American government. The Russian's death wasn't Sam's fault, but tell that to the gutless CIA bosses who have inherited control of that much-reduced agency. After several years of retirement, Sam is taken by former prot?g? Michael O'Neill to the country house of U.S. senator T. Randall Arthur to confront Edward Lee Howard, a CIA officer who had defected to the KGB. Howard wants to come back home and claims he has evidence that proves the White House knew about al-Qaeda's 9/11 plans seven weeks before these events occurred. When Sam decides to get tough with the defector, Howard flees, returns to Russia and is killed. The venue shifts back and forth between Moscow, Paris and Washington, D.C., as Sam tries to sort out the good guys from the bad, indulge in a romantic relationship and save his own skin. What sets this novel apart from other espionage thrillers is the density of spy lore. The pages are larded with footnotes, Russian words and phrases, references to historical cases, anecdotes, trade craft instruction and even blacked out words for added veracity. In the end, the identity of both the mole and Sam's betrayer will surprise few veteran thriller readers, but seldom has there been a fictional look at the subject that packs in so much fascinating insider information while still maintaining an engrossing story line and interesting characters. Agent, Robert Barnett. (June) Forecast: Plenty of readers were happy to see Weisman go solo. His readership should grow with this high-caliber second outing and future installments: a sequel is all but promised in the last lines of the book. (c) Copyright PWxyz, LLC. All rights reserved

Library Journal Review

While there is nothing nostalgic about this spy thriller, it hearkens back to the best of the Cold War's covert special operations and will keep readers on the edge of their easy chairs. Coauthor of the "Rogue Warrior" series and author of four earlier novels about CIA tradecraft (e.g., Soar), Weisman conjures up a duo of moles feeding U.S. secrets to Moscow. A retired CIA agent catches a whiff when an influential senator engages him to negotiate with a defector. Skilled and implacable, the agent recruits his own home team of helpers to tease out solid facts from the guile. Readers familiar with CIA lore will relish the characterization of the agency as a declawed creature of the bureaucrats, and the international venues of Washington, DC, Moscow, and Paris will be instantly recognizable to the genre's fans. For most popular fiction collections.-Barbara Conaty, Falls Church, VA (c) Copyright 2010. Library Journals LLC, a wholly owned subsidiary of Media Source, Inc. No redistribution permitted.



Jack in the Box A Shadow War Thriller Chapter One Friday, October 23, 1998 Sam Waterman spent the morning of his forty-fifth birthday a hostage to his profession, stuffed rudely onto the rear floorboard of one of the consulate's 1985-vintage four-door Zil sedans, the driveshaft hump wedged uncomfortably against his kidneys, his long legs tucked fetal, his body hidden under a damp blanket. Even though he knew he couldn't be seen through the dark-tinted windows, he still held his breath as the car clunked over the antiterrorist barriers just prior to passing the Russian police checkpoint outside the garage gate. He exhaled slowly when the driveshaft under his side whined as the car merged into the late-morning traffic. "Keep going, keep going," Sam instructed tersely from under musty cover. "Don't check your mirrors. Just drive. Nice and easy." "Don't have a cow, man." That was Consular Officer Tom Kennedy, imitating Bart Simpson. Tom, who'd been recruited to do the driving, could impersonate Bart perfectly. He was still working on his Homer, though, running and rerunning the videotapes his sister sent him through the mail pouch, night after night after night. Which kind of told you what Moscow's social life had to offer a reasonably good-looking African-American juniorgrade diplomat, even in these post-Soviet days. Sam grunted and shifted his position slightly, trying to reduce the pressure on his kidneys as the car turned left, heading west. "We're on Kutuzovsky Prospekt," Homer told him. " Doh . Crossroads of the world." "Tom, put a cork in it." Christ, he'd warned the kid this was serious business, and the youngster still wanted to talk. Not good. Because they weren't safe. Not by a long shot. FSB, the Russian internal security agency, had inherited the KGB's elaborate passive surveillance system. Vizirs they were called -- long-range, high-power telescopes mounted on sturdy tripods, positioned in buildings along Moscow's major thoroughfares. The watchers would scan for diplomatic plates, and peer inside the cars. If they saw your lips moving, they'd take note. Were you talking to someone hidden in the car? Were you operating a burst transmitter in the open briefcase on the passenger seat? Were you broadcasting? If they thought you were up to no good, they'd dispatch one of the static counterintelligence teams that were all over the city to do a traffic stop -- dip plates or no. And Sam couldn't afford a traffic stop. Not today. Today he had to meet General Pavel Baranov at precisely five past one, and failure wasn't a viable option. The rendezvous was critical. Baranov had used his emergency call-out signal, an inconspicuous broken chalk line on a weatherworn lamppost sixty yards from the entrance to the Arbatskaya metro stop. Sam had seen the long-short-short Morse code signal last night on his regular evening jog -- a five-mile run that began outside the embassy's faded mustard-colored walls and took a long, meandering, but unfailingly consistent route that brought him all the way to the western boundary of the Kremlin, and thence back toward the embassy. The Arbatskaya signal site and the letter D were to be used by Baranov only under crisis conditions. Still in his running gear, Sam sent Langley a code-word-secret "criticom," an urgent cable alerting his division chief to Baranov's emergency signal (in the cable Sam referred to Baranov not by his true name, but by his CIA cryptonym, GTLADLE; Sam's CIA in-house pseudonym, which he used to sign the cable, was Cyrus N. PRINGLE). In it, he enumerated all the operational details for the emergency PMP3 and requested comment. Today he was awake by five, running and rerunning the operation in his mind. By six he was in the office, checking for response from Langley -- there was none, which was typical -- and removing gear from the duffel he kept in ------ walk-in safe. The next step was to shanghai young Tom Kennedy, one of three greenhorn consular officers Sam had identified as potential decoys. The decoy factor was critical. As CIA's Moscow chief, Sam was "declared" to the Russians. He even held regular meetings with his counterparts at SVR, the Russian foreign intelligence service. And thanks to an American defector, a CIA turncoat named Edward Lee Howard who'd been transferred into FSB, Russia's internal security and counterintelligence service by Vladimir Putin, the Kremlin's aggressive new director of counterintelligence, FSB pretty much knew who was Agency and who wasn't. Ed Howard and Sam Waterman had history. In fact, sometimes Sam felt as if the traitor was shadowing him. He and Howard had been members of the same basic Russian-language studies class at Georgetown University. Subsequently, Howard sat next to Sam at the CIA's language institute in Rosslyn during the two-year, advanced Russian course. They'd even shared a room at ------, the Agency's case-officer training facility near Williamsburg also known as the Farm, for the six-week class in advanced tradecraft procedures required of all case officers assigned behind the Iron Curtain. But that's where the relationship stopped. As he readied himself for his first Warsaw Pact tour, Sam was already an experienced case officer with a successful tour in Germany. He'd run an agent network and worked against a KGB Rezident . Howard was a greenhorn trainee who had never handled an agent or worked in the pressure cooker atmosphere of a real-world op. Despite that lack of experience, Howard had been selected to go to Moscow under deep State Department cover. But then, in the spring of 1983, Ed Howard flunked four separate polygraph tests -- and his career was abruptly terminated. On May 2, 1983, Howard was told to report to the personnel office. Sam had even seen him in the corridor. The distraught young case officer was flanked by two armed CIA security agents. Later, Sam heard that when Howard got to personnel, he was given papers to sign, fired on the spot, and escorted from the building ... Jack in the Box A Shadow War Thriller . Copyright © by John Weisman. Reprinted by permission of HarperCollins Publishers, Inc. All rights reserved. Available now wherever books are sold. Excerpted from Jack in the Box: A Shadow War Thriller by John Weisman All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.