Robinson has his tough-guy moments -- he has a habit of using words like "slimeball" to describe specific mobsters, much as the Philadelphia Daily News would -- but the reportage is also very alarming. Robinson not only knows his stuff; his 2000 expose is a wrenching preamble to the horrors of 2001, demonstrating how a cell-phone and a good lawyer can help violent criminals migrate anywhere in the world. He's particularly hard on Slavik syndicates, but given the make-up of the Kremlin these days (plus a couple slaughtered journalists), the criticism is more warranted now than ever. He makes a shocking connection between South African gangs (who, thanks to Apartheid, are master-forgers of governments documents) and Nigerian con-artists (who, thanks to crushing poverty, have become the most successful fraudsters in the world). Nigerians are famously pacifist, but the country is amazing Internet-savvy; South Africa is famously violent, but even electricity is scarce on the Homelands. This marriage of two diverse cultural skill-sets is just one example of cross-national collaboration -- borne by colonialism, nurtured by globalization, virally spread by rampant technological advances. Scariest of all is that all this border-jumping still occurs; while the West focuses on terrorism, this book is a reminder that secular mobsterism and money-laundering hasn't been in the least deterred.