The Striker Portfolio

By Adam Hall

The cool, ruthless Quiller, Britain's number one intelligence agent, is distributed on my own to enquire the lethal secret surrounding the Striker SK-6 plane. inside a 12 months 36 have crashed without survivors, and now the British aircraft is named the Widow Maker. Quiller dangers sanity and loss of life to unmask a chilling scheme that threatens the way forward for Europe.

"Quiller is again, this time to enquire why such a lot of of the West German SK-6 airplane, often called "Strikers," have been crashing on try out flights. there is not any discernable development: diversified planes commencing from assorted airbases at diverse instances are crashing. was once it a mechanical hassle? Pilot mistakes? And, in both case, who used to be at the back of it? Adam corridor takes the reader on a taut hunt via chilly warfare Germany, as Quiller makes an attempt to discover the key. As constantly, Quiller employs his mental education to investigate the reasons of the characters and his personal reactions to emphasize (and torture). even though no longer relatively nearly as good as "The Quiller Memorandum," this novel is respectable and merits your attention."

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