Elaborate. Set on a grand scale. Laced with insider detail. An intricately woven plot full of intrigue and bursts action. In short, House of Spies is everything you’ve come to expect from a Daniel Silva novel.
Set in the days following the largest (fictional) attack on the United States since 9/11, Silva’s collection of usual suspects, led by the mercurial Gabriel Alon are on the hunt for clues leading to the whereabouts of the elusive ISIS terror mastermind, the Saladin.
This is where Silva delvers proof of his masterful skills as a storyteller; those charged with tacking and hunting terrorists are not sitting around waiting for the terrorists to slip up and make a mistake, but rather they spend time looking for lose threads that they can follow that lead to a real clue.
In this case, the spies think that there may be more to the story of a flamboyant, French, jet-setting business tycoon when they stumble on his connection to dealers in drugs and arms. They pull on that thread and the fabric of his story unravels to reveal shady connection to a mysterious middle eastern type they soon deduce may be the man they are seeking.
This is storytelling that ranks among the best in the game and Silva deserves his place on any list of masters of the form. He lards on just enough twists to leave the shadow of doubt as the hunt ratchets up that extra thrilling notch.