James O'Neill left the regiment with his life and not much else. He was done with the work, the weight, and the particular kind of silence that follows decisions made in the dark.
Then a call comes from the one person he cannot ignore.
The job is in Belfast. A Russian network. Encrypted drives carrying intelligence that could reach into the heart of the British government. Get in, get the drives, get out. Sarah Sterling is running it from Thames House, and she is the best in the room.
What neither of them knows is that the man on the other side has already seen them coming.
Orlov does not improvise. He does not react. He plants, he waits, and he thinks in decades while everyone else thinks in days. The Belfast operation is not something he is trying to stop.
It is something he built.
Taut, cold, and surgically precise, The Lost Key follows one operation from the wet streets of Belfast to the floor of the Atlantic. For readers who want a thriller that respects their intelligence.
