by Matt Lynn
According to British novelist Chris Ryan, Matt Lynn's new novel is 'brilliant, realistic and riveting'. Lynn's publishers go even further by saying he is single-handedly reviving the British thriller: they whisper his name alongside those of genre legends such as Frederick Forsyth, John Buchan, Ian Fleming and Alistair MacLean. No pressure then. In the midst of 'the sweat and smoke and stench of a Baghdad brothel at two o'clock in the morning' is Steve West. Unfortunately for hooker Ludmilla, who tries to seduce him by emptying a beer bottle in his lap, Steve is looking for a man. Unfortunately for the man, Steve is ex-SAS and he makes war, not love. Steve's mission - which he accepts faster than you can say 'gun' - is to assemble a band of elite killers to work for DEF (known as Death Inc) and complete a secret assignment in Afghanistan. 'The bullets shattered the man's face, breaking open his mouth ... then slicing clean through his forehead to chew up what remained of the brain still left inside his skull.' I for one am not going to give Lynn a bad review - I don't want what remains of my brain chewed up by a bullet. Go buy this. At once.