Harry Lyndon is a civilised and happy man, his world organised just the way he likes it. But then out of the blue, someone tries to kill him - and he has no idea who or why. The trouble is that when he tells the police, it turns out they also want him dead. Something is horribly wrong. He's forced to run, with nothing but the clothes on his back.
It isn't mistaken identity. His credit cards have been cancelled, his flat watched and his girlfriend disappeared. He is the named subject of a full scale terrorist alert - and they're going to shoot him on site. There is no one to appeal to, once the state has named you as a terrorist, it's open season; when they find you - they kill you.
What might be some help is the fact that when he re-connects with his girlfriend, Charlie, she's not ready to roll over for anyone - in fact it turns out that she's quite good at this sort of thing. Oh, and then there's Harry's anti psychotic tablets, he hasn't been taking them recently, and that always leads to trouble. You'd better hold tight - there are going to be casualties - this is going to be a rough ride.
"A confident newcomer on the same territory as 'The Thirty Nine Steps', but this time with a ready supply of sharp one liners."
"A high octane page turner, from gripping start to breathless finish."
Autorentext
Ian was for many years a ship's chandler, part of the fourth generation in his family business, supplying merchant vessels around the United Kingdom and north west Europe. Deciding that too much of his time was spent in travelling, and looking for a job which allowed more time for a home life, he set up a local business of his own; a registered firearms dealership.
However, although still fun, the gun shop has turned into a much busier operation than originally envisaged, and is now run by son Mike, with Ian relegated to the role of general dogsbody. He is also a commercially qualified pilot on medium sized twin engined aircraft.
Ian and his wife Margaret, another pilot, live in Cheshire, they have three grown up children and, so far, two grandchildren. For many years writing has been his hobby, resulting in about one book a year, although never with any thought of being published. It was only after taking part in a British Arts Council literary criticism website that his books found their way into print.