The Open Line - A Liz Lynch CIA Thriller

Everything that made them good is gone. In Ireland they were Americans abroad with a foundation and a cover story. In Vienna they were foreigners in a city that ignores foreigners. In Washington they are seven American citizens with their own names on their own passports, in the one place on earth where every single thing they are good at is a felony with their fingerprints on it. Liz Lynch has a Deputy Director to bring down and twenty-two days to do it, because that is how long her boss has before a referral with his name on it becomes something he cannot come back from. They cannot arrest her. They cannot charge her. They cannot go to the press, because every document they have was stolen. So they do the one thing nobody in this business ever does, which is to walk in the front door with their real names, and find out which of the two doors in that city a Deputy Director cannot lock from the inside. What it takes is three people giving up the only thing protecting them. A philanthropist who opens forty years of his own accounts. A burned source in Lisbon who has to say his real name out loud. A ninety-four year old baker in County Cork who has been waiting since 1991 for somebody to give her a chair. From a parking garage in Rosslyn to a storage unit at midnight, from a wet bank in Rock Creek Park to fourteen inches of limestone ninety feet above an alley, The Open Line ends with eleven blocks of Washington in broad daylight, at the pace of an old woman, where the only defense left is to be seen. Book three of four.