" It wasn't a good start that I couldn't EVEN remember a single plot point from Andrew Grant's first novel featuring Royal Navy Intelligence op David Trevellyan. This second adventure has been even less memorable. In fact, what plot there is here seems silly--too silly for a James Bond movie, which Grant seems desperate to imitate. His device of opening each new chapter with the hero's reflections about his days in training or a nugget of wisdom gleaned from a previous assignment--well, it got tiresome. Just for fun, I kept a running body count and ended up with 12 corpses produced by Trevelyan and another five attributed to the supposedly clever traitor in the story, the guy who deserves to DIE TWICE ("killing him once just isn't enough"). My next, unexpected, reaction was total indignation. What the frak is the Royal Navy doing littering the Chicago area with dead people and not even informing Homeland Security about their lamebrained mission?!! Okay, Grant is writing about a counter-intelligence world where just about anyone can be "surplus to needs," but it's a tough sell having a hero as bang-bang mechanical and dull as Commander Trevellyan. He, truly, has "no remorse--none at all." His decisions aren't moral or patriotic ones, they're "just another example of cost versus benefit." Little brother of Jim Grant (a.k.a. "Lee Child") or not, I'm not cutting the guy enough slack to read another installment... "
— Dr, 1/25/2014