The book concerns
A middle age
Un-spectacular.
CIA- inclined slugger.
Charles Alexander, so called.
He passes a distant
Airport
As if he were rolling out of bed.
Alerts no facial recognition toy.
And postures as if sight-seeing.
He has connection to a
Higher-up who bags
data and photos from
another higher-up.
Unattractive
She, Bertha, plays the eccentric sleuth
Tourist Locked away until
Satisfactory passwords issue.
She also plays her own
Side games that others
Pretend are going un- noticed.
Tax happy bank in Virgin Islands.
Balance building.
Has also killed a couple
Of yay-teamers who tried
To apply the screws.
Now our Tourist
Equipped with information
Finds his prey
And pops him without emotion
Or much struggle.
Small Luger, injection,
Restraints and arson.
One heavy fast errant car.
Interesting menu of options
To snuff.
Back to a different nation
And its airport.
Smuggled by friends
Border cross via
Unfenced mountainside road
Too narrow.
Or parching desert.
Job done.
Thank you Tourist.
But what if many
Higher-ups have soured
Now hating Uncle Sam
And his methods?
Is our Tourist friend
On level ground?
Does he have regrettable
Currency on them?
Milo Weaver is a "Tourist" for the "Company," an undercover agent for the CIA. And he's a good one. Known as the legendary Charles Alexander, Milo's time in service has exhausted him and suicide is contemplated daily. After an especially tough case in Venice that leaves him shot, Milo decides to say good-bye to his old world and take a desk in New York to start a new life with his new wife, Tina, and their daughter, Stephanie. When an old friend is labeled as a treasonous double agent, Milo has no choice but to clear his friend's name and his own by going back to the undercover life he left six years ago.
I consumed this book years ago on summer holiday near Georgian Bay with Hilary.
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