(From the publisher):
Lydia had become a thing of the past to me - a child thrusting provocatively toward womanhood, but still much too young for me, a nymphet, a Lolita, to be eyed erotically but avoided like the plague. Now here she was, in Warsaw, her voice slightly older but still capable of arousing the darker side of me, even over the telephone.
Let the past remain the past, I told myself. I reminded myself that I was married now and the father of two children - then I went to meet Lydia at the Polskaya bar...
AND THAT WAS THE BEGINNING...
Of the long, black Mercedes, its headlights cutting through the fog, on my tail, mysteriously interested in my doings; of enigmatic Chinese and stolid Russians who seemed concerned about my future - or lack of it.
Until I was trapped, by people who knew my weaknesses better than I - and who were eager to use them to gain their own ends.
Original title: End of a Diplomat
Genre: Fiction→ Crime and Mystery→ Suspense