Paperback thrillers are not exactly at the top of my to-read list, but this one was picked up on the cheap during a box of books type sale (a scene every reader and prospective author needs to see... remaindered and damaged books being picked through by the lowest and most desperate readers, the selection surprisingly varied if you bother to really dig), on the strength of the back cover synopsis. I read the first sentence and threw it in the box. I figured this book about a government killing machine would deliver exactly what I expected from a thriller, and maybe a little more.
It did, at that. Stephen Leather's knowledge of Hong Kong and its vices (how much time did he spend with hookers at slum bars?) makes for a richer than usual setting for the genre. The fact that it is a look at late British possessed Hong Kong gives it a little historical heft as well. The main character (roughly speaking), Geoff Howells is more complex than your average killing machine, which is refreshing because I was expecting a sort of terminator-esque Briton with a penchant for dry witticisms. The rest of the cast is acceptably drawn as well. I believe a little extra editing would have helped iron out a few awkward moments, but there was nothing egregious. If you expect a great literary work, look elsewhere. If you want to see some people get dropped, some schemes come to light, and frantic intrigue - settle in for your cross Atlantic flight or week's worth of breaks at work, and enjoy. Saying this novel is merely serviceable is to withhold the full measure of credit it deserves. Though on some level, it is purely serviceable.