Moskva is a brilliantly written, chilling and sophisticated début serial killer thriller set in Cold War Moscow.
- Christmas Eve 1985 -
The shaved, exsanguinated body of a young man is found in Red Square; frozen solid - like marble to the touch - missing the little finger from his right hand.
A week later, Alex Marston, the fifteen year old daughter of the British Ambassador disappears. Army Intelligence Officer, Tom Fox, posted to Moscow following the death of his own daughter, is asked to help find her. It's a shot at redemption.
But as Fox's investigation drags him deeper towards the dark heart of a Soviet establishment determined to protect its own so his fears grow, with those of the girl's father, for her safety. A flayed cat, hung by its hind legs from the ceiling of Fox's flat is just a warning.
And if Fox can't find Alex soon, it looks as if she could become a sadistic killer's next human victim . . .
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It’s 1985, and British Intelligence officer Tom Fox has been sent to Moscow to “write a report.” Shortly after he arrives, the British ambassador’s teenage daughter goes missing. The case hits close to home: Fox’s own daughter died recently, which sent his family into shock. As Fox investigates, he discovers allegiances and betrayals dating back to WWII and involving some of Russia’s most powerful mobsters, politicians, and military leaders. Fox uses the art of reflection he learned in his short-lived time in the seminary, and the combat and strategic skills he picked up serving in Northern Ireland, to aid his investigation. In some ways, Fox is as enigmatic as the country he’s visiting, a country where the media declare there is no crime, and yet the police have no lack of work. This is the first thriller by the speculative-fiction writer also known as Jon Courtenay Grimwood, and it demonstrates that great storytelling is not bound by genre. The jacket cover proclaims Moskva to be Fatherland meets Gorky Park. That’s not a bad comparison, though the body count suggests a little bit more of Child 44. Recent events make this tale of Russian intrigue especially timely. As one character ominously says, “We might have lost the Cold War. . . . we intend to win the thaw.”Karen Keefe