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Zusatztext Praise for Twelve Days “Lots of thriller writers know how to work a ticking clock! and lots more come to the genre with some experience in international politics! but few put the two together as effectively as Berenson does in this compelling! globe-trotting time bomb of a novel. Action fans will get all they came for . . . but those looking for genuine insight into the subtleties of the geopolitical chess game will be equally satisfied.” — Booklist (starred review) “This well-written and fast-moving novel delivers more than a good plot. It illustrated how in the midst of regional chaos! a great power can jump to calamitous conclusions. This one is well worth the thriller enthusiast’s time! which holds true for all the novels Berenson has written to date.” — Kirkus Reviews (starred review) “A fast-paced! enthralling fight to the finish . . . the sort of spy thriller that locks you in a fast and ferocious grip and won’t let you go.” —Associated Press “An extremely suspenseful read that fans will not forget any time soon.” — Suspense Magazine “All espionage thrillers should be this good. This is a series that you should— must —be reading.” —Bookreporter.com Informationen zum Autor This is Alex Berenson ’s ninth novel featuring John Wells. As a reporter for The New York Times , Berenson covered topics ranging from the occupation of Iraq—where he was stationed for three months—to the flooding of New Orleans, to the world pharmaceutical industry, to the financial crimes of Bernard Madoff. He graduated from Yale University in 1994 with degrees in history and economics, and lives in New York City. The Faithful Spy won the 2007 Edgar Award for best first novel. He is also the author of The Wolves . Klappentext New York Times-bestselling author Alex Berenson is back with another gripping tale. John Wells, with his former CIA bosses Ellis Shafer and Vinny Duto, have uncovered a staggering plot, a false-flag operation to drive the United States and Iran into war. But they have no proof and only twelve days to find a way to stop the headlong momentum. They fan out, from Switzerland to Saudi Arabia, Israel to Russia, desperately trying to tease out the clues in their possession. And meanwhile, the forces gather.PROLOGUE TWELVE DAYS . . . MUMBAI, INDIA For as long as he could remember, Vikosh Jain had wanted to see India. His family’s homeland for a hundred generations. The world’s largest democracy. The birthplace of his religion. While his friends moved out after college, he lived at home, paying off his loans and saving money for what he knew would be an epic adventure. The trip became an obsession. He mapped every train ride across the subcontinent, Mumbai to Delhi, Kashmir to Madras. Finally, when he’d saved the twelve thousand dollars he’d budgeted for a ten- week trip, he bought his ticket. What a fool he’d been. After a month, he couldn’t wait to get home. He was sick of India. Sick with India, too. He’d stayed away from street food and drank only bottled water. Even so, he found himself glued to a toilet a week after he arrived. The cheekier travel websites called what had happened to him “the Delhi diet.” It sounded like a joke, but by the time the doxycycline kicked in, he’d lost ten pounds. He could hardly walk a flight of stairs. His skin let him pass for local, but his gut was suburban New Jersey through and through. Not just his gut. Coming here had taught him how American he really was. Every time he stepped into the streets, he was overwhelmed. By the dust coating his mouth. The shouting, honking, hawking crowds. The pushing and shoving and relentless begging. The way the men pawed women on buses and streetcars. He felt disconnected from ...
