The 2nd of the Jackson Lamb/Slough House espionage thrillers.
This one began much more in spy thriller mode, but that was a deception both by author on readers and the KGB (as we all thought) on the Brits.
We were all deceived into travelling to the heart of the Cotswolds to an English village which either housed one or several ‘sleepers’ (improbably) and from there back into a shard like skyscraper in which the apparently better end of MI5 think they are cuddling up to a prominent Russian. Everyone really is conned in this.
I am enjoying these books. The dramatic personae of Slough House are many, with complex interacting relationships which bounce (for those who survive) from book into book, so I had better re-read no.1.
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