By Robert Ludlum
The Matarese Circle, Robert Ludlum's multimillion-copy spellbinder, brought a treacherous overseas cabal of powerbrokers and their employed assassins. More than 20 years in the past, the pinnacle CIA and KGB brokers joined jointly to make sure that, in an explosive act, the Matarese conspiracy went up in flames. But now Robert Ludlum, the unsurpassed grasp of suspense, returns with a gorgeous mystery for the twenty-first century. . . and prefer a phoenix from the ashes, the phobia has reappeared.
Secret offers are within the making, immense mysterious transactions steeped in corruption and murder. The avid gamers stand on the maximum pinnacles of worldwide finance and government. It is an extraordinary consolidation of cash, energy, and ruthlessness. Their final objective: all over the world financial domination and all it involves. . . through no matter what ability necessary.
The Matarese dynasty is again in all its glory and evil. And the single guy with adequate wisdom to forestall it, CIA case officer Cameron Pryce, would possibly not have adequate time. The Matarese countdown has all started and Pryce's simply likelihood to chop it off is to keep on with the path of blood funds and stone-cold killers to the center of this deadliest conspiracy.
From the Hamptons to Monte Carlo to London's Belgrave sq., Matarese assassins have already struck with brutal potency, taking out all who stand of their way. But on Spain's Costa del Sol, one sufferer survived lengthy sufficient to respire those demise phrases: "Find Beowulf Agate" --words that reverberate all of the method to CIA headquarters in Langley, Virginia. Beowulf Agate is the code identify for mythical retired agent Brandon Scofield, the single guy ever to penetrate the Matarese and survive.
Now Cameron Pryce has to attract Scofield and his spouse, Antonia, out in their Caribbean paradise hideaway and again to a spot they proposal they'd by no means need to pass again--back into the Matarese circle of death. For from the oil fields of the Persian Gulf to the boardrooms of big apple, from the hills of Corsica to the halls of energy in Washington, the circle is ultimate, the noose is tightening, the panic is spreading.
And Pryce has made a chilling discovery: the Matarese have damaged new floor. . .deep contained in the CIA.
The Matarese Countdown is Robert Ludlum at his top, as he offers a terrifying and persuasive imaginative and prescient of globally monetary mastery that can in basic terms ensue this day.