Poland is on the brink of revolution, and a forty-year-old secret- buried deep in Arctic waters-could plunge Europe into war.
A sunken barge, its exact location unknown, contains evidence of a heinous war crime that, if discovered, could disrupt the delicate balance of power in Western Europe. A band of Polish revolutionaries and the CIA both want to find that proof; Great Britain and the Vatican each have reasons to hide it, and the USSR knows it must be destroyed altogether.
It begins with a soft tapping at Mark Lomax's door. A British radio engineer working in Geneva, Lomax is a loner, accustomed to minding his own business, and he certainly isn't expecting any visitors this evening. he does not know, as he goes to answer the knock, that there are men outside in the dark watching his window, and the instruments of international espionage are closing in on him like a vise and that they all want information he doesn't even know he holds.
The race is on, across Europe and straight through to the shocking climax in the icy waters of the Barents Sea, this chilling tale of intrigue, in the best tradition of Frederick Forsythe, will keep you in suspense until the last page.
248 pages. Black boards with gilt title on spine. Bottom of spine slightly bumped. Light foxing to block edges. Apart from that pages are crisp, clean and free of any markings. The book is tightly bound. Signed and dated by author on half title page. Reads 'To dearest Anne with my love Raymond Hitchcock December 1983'. Dust jacket present. Price unclipped. A few small closed tears to bottom and top of spine as well as some creasing.