France in 1935. Tom Nash has rebuilt his life after a turbulent career within the Secret Intelligence Service. Now living at Le Rayol, a haven for artists, expatriates and refugees, he lives the life of a travel writer far removed from the world of espionage and the man he used to be. But the past is less willing to leave him behind. When a midnight intruder tries to kill him, he knows it is just a matter of time before another assassination attempt is made.
The golden sands of the French Riviera are the regular haunt of Foreign Office Official, Leonard, Venetia and their daughter (Tom's God-daughter) Lucy. They, together with a cluster of friends are gathered for their annual holiday. Their sun-kissed days together are numbered however, as a threat lurks within their midst. Tom begins to realise that one of them has betrayed him, but who, and why?
The author succeeds in recreating the glamour of a bygone era, he had created some memorable characters, not least of which is Lucy, a girl straddling that awkward age between adolescence and womanhood. A good deal of the novel follows Lucy as she navigates her course and tries to come to terms with her feelings for Tom. He has been present throughout much of her life and she sees him as both a father-figure and a role model. Gradually, she comes to desire something more from this relationship and this sits slightly uneasily with me, given the role he has fulfilled in her life.
The threat of international politics looms constantly in the background as the nations slide inexorably towards war. Motivations and loyalties are questioned. A favourable aspect of this novel is the way in which the action moves quite rapidly, and is not slowed down by the frequent flashbacks and inclusion of backstory, which in turn help to answer questions such as: where did Tom get the money from to buy his villa; how did he meet the irrepressible Barney; what happened to Lucy's father. Tom meanwhile has put aside the man he used to be. After five years out of the game, his reactions are initially not as sharp as they formerly were - when Commissaire Roche comes to question him in relation to the Italian's disappearance, he mistakenly leaves subtle signs which showed that he had something to hide or something to fear. His skills and instincts are still there and, as the novel progresses, he gradually returns to his former self: an agent of the S.I.S.
I greatly enjoyed this book, but was disappointed by the ending. Maybe the author's intention was for the reader, like his protagonist, to feel the sting of betrayal. It is like the golden image of the past is tainted by the truth of what was really going on. The novel comes to something of an abrupt end, with loose ends hastily tied together or chopped off entirely. It is as if the author was in a hurry to get the thing finished and delivered to the publishers so he could get on with the next project. Another chapter would have been nice to round everything off. The novel ends with a distinct element of unfinished business. General Zakharov is still out there and intent of hunting him. Not if Tom finds him first, as he darkly promises. There is the lingering question of Irina's ultimate fate and the whereabouts of their son, Alexei. The novel ends. I am left wondering, OK, what next...?