Having just divorced and sold his business, American John Hammond heads to Greece to soothe his battered soul. He had spent 18 months stationed there when he was in the army 30 years ago, and now he wants to see if he can recapture the magical feeling it once gave him. While heading back to his hotel on Samos, he comes upon an old man who had been shot. The man pleads with him to take his wallet and a map before he dies, and Hammond finds himself running from the gunmen. He reports the incident to the police and befriends Inspector Christo Panagoulakos, the pint-sized cop on the case. Christo takes John to meet the family of Petros Vangelos, the murdered man, and John is instantly taken with the dead man’s daughter, Zoe. Largely because of his attraction to her, John allows himself to be drawn into the Vangelos family drama.
The men who killed Vangelos were merely the hirelings of wealthy Swiss banking magnate, Franz Leidner, who had Vangelos murdered for the map Hammond took. The map shows the location of a 50-year-old wreck called the Sabiya lying somewhere on the floor of the Aegean. The ship went down in a storm carrying evidence of money laundering between Nazis and the Leidner family bank, and Leidner desperately needs that secret kept quiet. He is accompanied by sadistic Nordic beauty, Theo Burger, who had murdered his father and then seduced Franz to cement their relationship several years back. Theo hired the men who murdered Vangelos, then set them on Hammond to retrieve the map.
Thus begins the cat and mouse game of Leidner’s men chasing after Hammond and Zoe, and them escaping. They chase all over Samos on land and sea, evading the bad guys while solving the map’s riddle and finding the wreck. The story was fairly entertaining, and I liked the characters until, with less than 100 pages to go, the author apparently suddenly sustained a devastating blow to the head. That’s when the story started to get ridiculous. On page 324, the author injects himself into the story with an abrupt flip into the first person before flipping back to third in the next sentence. The author can’t be blamed for the many typographical errors, but really, someone over at the publisher should learn how to spell hers. (Hint: no apostrophe.) John blows up a $250,000 boat for no good reason in the midst of an absolutely ridiculous plan a third-grader would have shot down as stupid; the ever-vigilant Christo sends his brain out to lunch at a crucial moment and falls for the oldest ruse in the book—in the harbor, no less; and suddenly Leidner, who’s been relying on pairs of moronic thugs hired third-hand, has a regular legion of hirelings all over Samos. Theo Burger’s character seemed to exist simply to have a beautiful, sadistic female murderer in the cast, as it’s de rigueur in fiction these days. As a bizarre foil to these cartoonish elements, the bad guys are outrageously sadistic and cruel, and I didn’t care for what happened to Zoe, which crossed the line. In the end, everything is tied up in a nifty little bow and the wrongdoers are made to suffer with almost a little too much relish, as well.
In all, I didn’t hate it, but the last quarter did not fulfill the promises made earlier in the book. If I was Badal’s editor, I would have sent the last 100 pages back to do over, as they ruined an otherwise decent novel. I liked most of the book enough to possibly give him one more chance, though, and I would recommend the book to those readers who hate it when the villains are Americans, as every last bad guy in this book was Swiss.