Makana is between jobs when he is approached by Marcus Winslow, a man who claims to be an agent of the British intelligence service, working on a secret project to smuggle Ayman Nizari, who is said to be an Iraqi scientist who designs chemical weapons, out of Istanbul. Winslow’s hooks are: Nizari is in hiding from a jihadi terrorist who wants to force him to work for him, he has information about Makana’s daughter, presumed dead for a decade, and Makana is the only one he will work with on his escape. The burning questions are – is any of this true, are any of these people who they seem, what is the real hidden agenda or agendas.
The possibility of news of his daughter is the thing that pushes Makana to accept the assignment. Winslow promises to provide him with money, a weapon, a contact to help with the extraction, a contact at the British embassy if there are problems. He does provide these things, but again nothing is as is seems and bodies start piling up around Makana. People are following him and it is impossible to tell who is friend, who is foe. He sees someone who may be his daughter. Mek Nimr, his old subordinate turned deadly enemy shows up, and the Israelis may be involved. Or not. The Turkish secret police are after him. There are a dangerous Dutchman and lethal Bosnians. One of the police officers seems helpful. Or dangerous. Perhaps both. Makana meets Nazari, who is whiny and venal, demanding money. Makana is robbed, his Embassy contact is murdered, he is beaten. Nobody is what they seems and nothing is what it is supposed to be. It’s all awfully confusing.