The Double EagleThe Thomas Crown Affair meets National Treasure in this page-turning debut thriller. In Paris, a priest is murdered, his mutilated body dumped into the Seine. He has taken a secret with him to his death -- a secret that is revealed during the autopsy, reawakening memories of Depression-era politics and a seventy-year-old heist. Jennifer Browne, an ambitious FBI agent, is assigned to the case. For her, this is a final opportunity to kick-start a career that stalled three years ago, after a fatal error in judgment. She is determined that this time there will be no mistakes. Her investigation soon comes across a daring robbery at Fort Knox. The immediate suspect is Tom Kirk, a brilliant young art thief and a man whose very existence threatens to bring down the newly elected president. Caught between his desire to get out of the game and his partner's insistence that he complete one last job for the criminal mastermind Cassius, Tom faces a race against time to clear his name -- a race that takes him from London to Paris, and Amsterdam to Istanbul, in a search for the real thieves and the legendary Double Eagle. |
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