The old adage "CIA agents never retire, they just take temporary leave" rings loud and clear in this novel about a veteran spy called back to service. Milo Weaver had hoped that his days out in the field were over; he had settled into a quiet life in Brooklyn with his wife and daughter and a routine job at the Agency's New York headquarters. That soothing monotony ends, however, with the long-overdue arrest of a professional assassin whose past history is deeply entangled with Milo and his former associates. To sort out the troubling threads, Weaver goes underground.
Remember John le Carré…when he wrote about beaten-down, morally directionless spies? In other words, when he was good? That's how Olen Steinhauer writes in this tale of a world-weary spook who can't escape the old game