Cairo, 1962. Richard Thomson is already having a very bad day when someone leaves a corpse lying on his back steps. Its head had been lopped off like a ripe melon, left on the top step where it could look down at itself. Thomson is a burned out CIA Agent and the body belongs to Mahmoud Yussuf, a petty Cairo thief who tried to sell him photographs of a long-abandoned RAF base in the Egyptian desert. What the photos have to do with a dead Israeli Mossad agent, Nazi rocket scientists, the fanatical Moslem Brotherhood, and two missing Egyptian tank regiments could start the next Arab-Israeli War. Alone and on the run, no one believes Thomson’s answers -- not the CIA, the US Ambassador, Colonel Ali Rashid of Egyptian State Security, and most assuredly not Captain Hassan Saleh, of the Homicide Bureau of the Cairo Police.
Thursday At Noon is a thrilling, adrenaline rush novel by terrific author William F. Brown. I read and reviewed his novel, Amongst My Enemies, earlier this year and thought it was spectacular
Richard Thomson is not wanted. The CIA doesn't and neither does the American Ambassador. After a flubbed up case, he's been assigned to a case in Cairo, Egypt. When he finds a beheaded man on his doorstep, Thomson finds himself in the middle of something much bigger than his screwed up case.
No one wants Thomson around, so he figures it won't matter none if he investigates. The Arabs and the Germans are seeking the destruction of Israel and it's rumored to happen Thursday at Noon. Can Thomson stop it and save his own life? He's already in question for the murder on his doorstep, the CIA aren't happy with him and neither is anyone else right now. What has he got to lose?
William F. Brown pens a thrilling espionage adventure that will capture the reader from page one. I could see the events unfold like you would in a movie, with great character depiction, vivid backgrounds and a non-stop energizing plot. If you enjoy espionage thrillers that will keep you thoroughly entertained, pick up Thursday at Noon!
*I received a copy of this book in exchange for an honest review.
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