Books by Andrew Grant

Cooler than Bond. Deadlier than Bourne. The second spy thriller in the David Trevellyan series. Obliged to leave New York City in the aftermath of his previous mission, David Trevellyan is summoned to the British Consulate in Chicago. To the same office where, just a week before, his new handler was attacked and shot by a Royal Navy Intelligence operative gone bad. Assigned the task of finding the rogue agent, and putting an end to his treacherous scheme, Trevellyan soon finds that once again his only hope of saving countless innocence lives lies not within the system, but in his instinctive believe - you're bound to do what's right, whatever the personal cost may be.

David Trevellyan takes a lonely late-night walk between a restaurant and his New York City hotel. A familiar huddled shape in the mouth of an alley catches his eye. A homeless man has been shot dead. As David steps forward, a police car arrives. And a second too late he realizes he's been set up. Trevellyan isn't worried. He's a survivor from the shadowy world of Royal Navy Intelligence. He's been in and out of trouble a thousand times before. But when the police hand the case to the FBI, he's sucked deeper into the system. With no idea who is friend and who is foe, he penetrates deep into a huge international conspiracy, which spans from war-torn Iraq to the very heart of the USA. He knows that the price of failure will be death, but the reward for success will be redemption - for himself as well as for the huddled corpse from the alley. His motivation is his cherished life-long belief: you don't get mad - you get EVEN. 'Brilliantly plotted and smart, and delivers the bone-jarring kick of a .45' Jeffery Deaver

Alabama police detective Cooper Devereaux chases a cunning serial killer terrorizing the city of Birmingham in this edge-of-your-seat thriller for readers of James Lee Burke, Craig Johnson, and Robert Crais. A woman disappears on her twenty-first birthday. The following day her body is found, wrapped neatly like a gift in a crumbling, sun-speckled graveyard. What does Detective Devereaux have to go on? Very little. No motive, no suspects. Then another victim is discovered in a crematorium parking lot. Again, she was killed on her twenty-first birthday. Again, her body was wrapped like a gift. By the third murder the tabloids have dubbed the homicidal monster the Birthday Killer-and Devereaux is under the gun. While Devereaux's own violent and mysterious past nips at his heels, and his fragile home life threatens to unravel, he can't afford to be anything but totally obsessed with the frantic search through the many layers of this city, from its wealthy enclaves to its dark criminal underbelly. The only certainty is that Devereaux is hunting a killer determined to fulfill a deranged agenda in which women's lives are extinguished like candles on a cake.