I have enjoyed Robert Goddard's novels in the past and this one started off well. Richard Eusden's ex wife, Gemma, asks him to deliver an ancient attache case to her ex husband and Richard's boyhood friend, Marty. It seems Marty is dying of a brain tumor in Brussels, where he's been living after skipping the country to avoid a drugs charge. He's most anxious to retrieve his grandfather's case. Through some series of events that I cannot now remember, though I just finished the book, the case must first be retrieved from Bernie, a friend Marty made in prison. The case is locked and cannot be opened: Marty has the keys, again for reasons I forget.
Eusden reluctantly agrees to ferry the attache case to Amsterdam, expecting to return to England that same evening. He is not met in Amsterdam by Marty but by a mysterious man named Straub, who has forced Marty to give him the attache case keys. He shows Eusden a photo on his phone of Marty bound and gagged in a vacant apartment somewhere in Amsterdam. He will only give Richard the address in exchange for the case.Naturally, Richard gives him the case.
The rescue of Marty goes smoothly. I expected there to follow a pursuit of Straub to retrieve the attache case and it's mysteriously valuable contents. That is what happened but in such a convoluted way, racing around Belgium, Germany, Denmark, Finland and God knows where else with characters added willy-nilly at every turn.
The plot goes on its complicated way, all about finger prints, the last Russian Csar's family, possibly surviving members, possibly not, Marty's late grandfather's life, and on and on. The denouement was anti-climatic and by the time it came, I was worn out from trying to keep up with all the various plot twists so I didn't care much. Not Goddard's best book, I'm afraid and certainly not one I would recommend to anyone I know.