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In Ben Coes' latest, Eye for an Eye , Dewey Andreas faces the toughest odds of his life as one of China's most powerful men has decided to do whatever he must to take down Dewey--and inflicts a horrifying loss.
When Dewey Andreas uncovers the identity of a mole embedded at a high level in Israel's Mossad, it triggers a larger, more dangerous plot. The mole was the most important asset of Chinese Intelligence, and Fao Bhang, head of China's Ministry of State Security (MSS), responds to the discovery and brutal elimination of the mole, by immediately placing a kill order on the man responsible--Dewey Andreas.
Dewey is tracked to Argentina, where he is on vacation with his fianc#65533;e, Jessica Tanzer, a U.S. National Security Advisor. A top-level kill team is sent in quickly and quietly, but their attack fails to take out Dewey. The collateral damage, however, is both horrifying and deeply personal. With nothing left to lose, Andreas is determined to have his revenge. Once he learns who is probably behind the attack--and why they are after him--Dewey goes rogue, using all of his assets and skills tolaunch a counterattack. Andreas must now face the full weight and might of the MSS, Chinese Intelligence, and the formidable Fao Bhang, if he's to achieve his one last goal: revenge on a biblical scale, no matter the odds or the armies that he will have to fight his way through. Andreas--former Army Ranger and Delta--is a man of great skills and cunning. His opponent, Fao Bhang, is ruthless, determined, and with no limit to the assets at his disposal.
In this conflict, there are only two possible outcomes. And only one Dewey Andreas.
Author Notes
Ben Coes was born in 1966 in Hartford Connecticut. He is a New York Times best-selling author of political thriller and espionage novels. He attended Columbia College in New York City, where he was awarded the university's writing prize, the Bennett Cerf Memorial Award. He started his career as the White House speechwriter for former U.S. Secretary of Energy James D. Watkins under President George H.W. Bush.
His debut novel, Power Down, stars Dewey Andreas, who faces terrorists trying to destroy America by attacking its energy resources. His second book, Coup d'État, is the sequel to Power Down. Pakistan drops a nuclear bomb on India, and Dewey must stop the situation from escalating. Coes's third novel, The Last Refuge, features a joint covert U.S - Israel operation to penetrate Iran and stop the country from detonating a nuclear device inside Tel Aviv. His most recent book, Bloody Sunday, also made the bestseller list in 2018.
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Reviews (4)
Publisher's Weekly Review
Coes's heart-pounding fourth Dewey Andreas thriller (after 2012's The Last Refuge) finds the ex-Delta Force member still fighting the world's baddest bad guys and coming away bloodied but on top. Fao Bhang, China's minister of state security, decides to have the American killed while he visits Argentina, but the mission goes awry, resulting instead in the death of someone close to Dewey. Bhang exerts diplomatic pressure to escape any official consequences for his actions, so Dewey strikes out on his own to exact revenge. The CIA and MI6 try to recruit him for their plan to terminate Bhang, but Dewey refuses, as this time it's personal. Coes is a master at creating extended scenes of intense mayhem, and Dewey is a hero who will have patriotic readers standing in their seats cheering. An ambiguous ending leaves readers with a frightening question: will Dewey live to fight again? Agent: Nicole James, Aaron M. Priest Literary Agency. (July) (c) Copyright PWxyz, LLC. All rights reserved.
Booklist Review
*Starred Review* Coes delivers his best effort to date in this thriller starring Dewey Andreas, a maverick agent whom the alphabet agencies rely on to get the tough jobs done. After helping unmask an Israeli traitor secretly working for the Chinese, Andreas becomes a target, with the head of China's state security launching a full-out campaign against him and vowing not to stop until the American is a stain on the ground. The fight becomes personal for Andreas, and he will exact revenge even if it means going rogue from his usual allies to get the job done. The bullets fly, and the death toll is huge, but in the midst of all the chaos, there is a hero the reader truly cares about. The story line would have made a perfect setup for a season of the television series 24, what with terrorists on the loose and a Jack Bauer character out to save the world and extract a pound of flesh that is undeniably owed him. Highly recommended for fans of full-throttle action and writing that fits its subject perfectly. The ending clearly paves the way for another Andreas novel, and it can't come fast enough.--Ayers, Jeff Copyright 2010 Booklist
Kirkus Review
Special Forces operative Dewey Andreas is out for vengeance after a botched assassination attempt kills the woman he loves in the latest from Coes (The Last Refuge, 2012, etc.). While on vacation with his fiancee, U.S. National Security Advisor Jessica Tanzer, in Argentina, Dewey is targeted by a Chinese hit squad. He escapes the assassin's bullet only to have it find his wife-to-be instead. In response, Dewey uses his training as a skilled Delta operator to hunt down the man behind the failed hit, China's minister of state security. The carnage caused by Dewey's quest for vengeance stretches across Europe and into Asia. Depth is added as the storyline fluctuates between bloody shootouts among multinational paramilitary operators and tense political negotiations with heads of state, covert operations directors and numerous ambassadors. A sense of realism emerges when Dewey's mission is complicated by America's primary lender and source of future financial security, China. The threat of Islamist radicals pales in comparison to the threat of the People's Bank of China, which is likened to "a poisonous snake" lurking in tall grass as it grows stronger. At a time when America's exceptionalism is hotly contested, this is a fine example of an exceptional American hero story.]] Copyright Kirkus Reviews, used with permission.
Library Journal Review
In Coles's fourth novel featuring superagent Dewey Andreas (The Last Refuge; Coup d'Etat; Power Down), the bodies start piling up almost immediately as Andreas focuses on a new enemy: China. The Chinese are angered when Andreas kills one of their top agents, and they plot revenge. When their murderous actions hit close to home, Andreas takes matters into his own capable and deadly hands. His target is Fao Bhang, the head of China's state security. Andreas does not take prisoners, ask permission, or read people their rights-he simply goes for the jugular. VERDICT It's very simple-those who liked the author's previous action-filled and over-the-top thrillers will like this new title, while new readers who are able to suspend credulity will enjoy the slam-bang blood-soaked action. Andreas is about as subtle as a sledgehammer, and some will think the story of one man's vendetta against China implausible. It is, but novels featuring Dewey Andreas are best counted among life's guilty pleasures. [See Prepub Alert, 1/14/13.]-Robert Conroy, Warren, MI (c) Copyright 2013. Library Journals LLC, a wholly owned subsidiary of Media Source, Inc. No redistribution permitted.
Excerpts
Excerpts
1 MOSSAD SPECIAL UNIT, AKA "THE MADHOUSE" TEL AVIV, ISRAEL Dayan stepped into Fritz Lavine's sixth-floor corner office, which overlooked the Mediterranean Sea, the U.S. embassy, and downtown Tel Aviv. Lavine was the director general of Mossad, Israel's intelligence service. He was a tall, rotund man with receding brown hair and big ruddy cheeks pockmarked with acne scars. Dressed in a white button-down shirt, sleeves rolled up, he stood behind his desk, inspecting a sheet of paper. Two men were seated in chairs in front of Lavine's desk: Cooperman, Mossad chief of staff; and Rolber, head of clandestine operations. All three turned as Dayan entered, slamming the door behind him. "What the fuck happened?" asked Dayan as he crossed the office, his voice deep, charred by decades' worth of cigarettes. "How many years did you three work with this son of a bitch traitor and you never suspected a goddamn thing?" "There'll be plenty of time for blame, Menachem," said Lavine, icily. "Right now, we need to find this motherfucker and put a bullet in his head before he does any more damage and before he escapes." "What is the damage?" "It's extensive," said Cooperman. "So far, we can trace the exposure of at least sixteen MI6 and CIA operatives back to Dillman. As for Mossad, the number appears to be seven dead agents." "Jesus Christ," Dayan whispered, looking in disbelief at Cooperman. "TGI succeeded in rebuilding Dillman's digital biograph, correspondence, you name it," said Lavine angrily, throwing the paper down on his desk. "He gave the Chinese everything. Every Far East operation we conducted over the past decade was known ahead of time by Fao Bhang and the ministry. Their knowledge was so extensive that it appears they even tolerated certain activities inside China so as not to raise suspicion. Dillman passed on detailed aspects of anything Langley supplied to us. This includes nuclear infrastructure." Dayan walked to the glass and looked for a few brief seconds toward the U.S. embassy. "Have we notified Calibrisi?" asked Dayan, referring to the CIA director, Hector Calibrisi. Lavine nodded. "Chalmers too," he added, referring to Derek Chalmers, head of MI6. "And what was the reaction?" asked Dayan. Lavine stared back at Dayan but remained silent. He didn't need to say anything. They all knew Dillman had set all three agencies back years, decades even, and that both London and Langley would be extremely angry. Dayan shook his head. He sat down in one of the chairs in front of Lavine's desk. "Where is he?" asked Dayan, calmer now, his hand rubbing the bridge of his nose, eyes closed. "We don't know," said Rolber. "We're looking, carefully. If he suspects anything, he'll run." "If he goes to China, we'll never see him again," said Dayan. The phone on Lavine's desk chimed, then a voice came on the speaker. "Director, they're waiting for you." "Patch us in." The phone clicked. "Hector?" asked Lavine. "Hey, Fritz," said Calibrisi on speaker. "You have me and Bill Polk here at Langley along with Piper Redgrave and Jim Bruckheimer at NSA." "MI6 is on also," said Derek Chalmers, in a British accent. "Where are we on this?" "We have nothing," said Lavine. "We're looking everywhere. Last contact with the agency was two days ago. General Redgrave, has NSA developed anything?" "No," came the female voice of the head of the National Security Agency. "And to be honest, I'm not going to start using NSA assets on Dillman, or on anything else, until we make damn sure our systems and protocols haven't been contaminated by this mole. If the Chinese are inside NSA, we have bigger problems than Dillman." "What's the plan if and when we do find him?" asked Calibrisi. "We have three options," said Rolber. "One--we watch him, use him, plot an architecture of disinformation back into Beijing. Two--we bring him in, interrogate him, then let him rot. Three--termination." "Why not two and three?" asked Calibrisi. "Grill him then kill him." "If we bring him in, China will find out, Hector," said Cooperman. "There has to be some form of check-in and tip-off. If he misses that check-in, Fao Bhang will immediately try to exfiltrate him, or, more likely, just kill him." "Then Bhang will move on Western assets before we have time to clean up inside the theater," said Chalmers. "Every MI6, CIA, Mossad agent in China will die, not to mention anyone else Dillman has exposed. It will be a bloody mess." "It already is a bloody mess," said Dayan. "So what about option one?" asked Calibrisi. "What would the design look like?" "We locate him then hang back," answered Rolber, "carefully monitor his movements, and tightly control information flow to him. In the meantime, we put our assets in the Chinese theater on high alert and prepare for exfiltration. When Dillman is no longer useful to us, or he suspects something, we bring out our teams, then bring him in. We can shoot him later." "Fuck that," yelled Dayan, hitting the desk with his hand. "We're not waiting. Dillman dies right now. Period, end of statement. If I have to do it myself in downtown Shanghai with a dull butter knife, this motherfucker dies." "Dillman is just a symptom, General," said Calibrisi. "It's Fao Bhang who's behind it all." "Then let's kill that son of a bitch too." "Nothing would please me more, but we've never had a shot at him," said Calibrisi. "Bhang doesn't travel outside the People's Republic of China. He hasn't been seen in the West since 1998. Inside PRC, forget it. He's as well guarded as the premier." "Let's cut our losses and kill Dillman," said Dayan. "I'm not a fan of fancy intelligence operations--double agents, disinformation, whatnot. They never work. We're seeing firsthand how they get all fucked up. It's time to clean up this mess and tie it off. As for Bhang, we're wasting our time. The man's a ghost. Let's focus on what we can do, namely kill what has to be the most important intelligence asset Bhang possesses in the West. That's at least something." "I have an idea," said Chalmers. "Go ahead, Derek," said Lavine, picking up an unlit cigar stub from his desk and sticking it in his mouth, then looking at Dayan. "Even before this Dillman episode, Fao Bhang has done damage to all of us. Bhang and the ministry are a country unto themselves. He's the third-highest ranking member of the Chinese State Council, but he's the most powerful by far. Premier Li fears him, as does the country's military. His tentacles extend into China's economic affairs. He's been an instrumental part of the currency manipulation that has plagued Britain and, on a much more dramatic scale, the United States, for years. For all I know, his hackers are listening in right now." "They're not," said Cooperman. "I assure you of this." "Forgive me, but your assurances mean nothing." "What's your point?" asked Lavine. "Bhang is rising," said Chalmers. "His malevolence grows. This is simply another chapter in a very dark book." There was silence in the room and over the intercom as Chalmers paused. "My question is, when are we going to do something about it?" he asked. "So what's your idea?" asked Calibrisi. "We have to find Dillman," said Chalmers. "Obviously. Then, my suggestion is, we use him. But not in the way you're thinking, Hector. No, instead of using him for disinformation then killing him, we're going to switch the order around. Kill him, then use him. We're going to lure Fao Bhang out of his hole, and Dillman is going to be our bait." "I'm not sure what you mean," said Rolber. "Bhang won't care about the loss of one human being, even his most treasured asset in the West, but he will care if the loss of Dillman exposes him as weak, as not in control," said Chalmers. "If we can undermine him in the terribly cutthroat drama that is Chinese leadership, it will endanger him. It will, potentially, signal those who fear Bhang or who covet his power. It's time to destabilize Fao Bhang and let his enemies move against him. Otherwise, there will be no end to his reach and the damage he inflicts upon the West." Cooperman suddenly reached for his chest pocket and pulled out a vibrating cell phone. "What?" he whispered into the cell. Cooperman listened, then signaled at the phone, indicating to Lavine to mute the conference call. "We found him," whispered Cooperman, looking at Lavine, then Dayan and Rolber. "He's in Haifa." Lavine pressed the mute button on the speakerphone. "Haifa?" asked Lavine. "What do we have there?" "I have a kill team in the city," said Rolber. "Boroshevsky, Malayim. They're good to go." "No," said Dayan. "This is not Mossad's kill." "You don't trust us now, General?" demanded Rolber. "It has nothing to do with whether or not I trust you," said Dayan, his gravelly voice rising. "I gave my word to Andreas; it's Kohl Meir's kill. Get Meir up to Haifa, brief him en route, get him whatever weapons he wants. That's an order." "Yes, sir." "In the meantime, Fritz and I will coordinate with MI6 and Langley. I'm not sure I understand what the hell Derek Chalmers is talking about, but I like it. These British always have brilliant ideas, even if their food does suck." Copyright © 2013 by Ben Coes Excerpted from Eye for an Eye: A Dewey Andreas Novel by Ben Coes All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.
