In the tradition of espionage thrillers from John Le Carré, Frederick Forsyth, and Ken Follett.
Five names were on the list that Perugino found in the apartment of Princess Higran, an exotic Turkish dancer:
Oswald Pearman, Ibrahim Shulam, Stefan Bolec, Sergi Reizen, Ahmed Saleh
The name of Captain Ahmed Saleh had been crossed out. He was dead, killed in an automobile accident a week earlier. Princess Higran was now dead, too-disemboweled. She had been very attractive.
It was the responsibility of two dedicated British Secret Service officers to see that Oswald Pearman continued his top-secret assignment. It involved delicate multi-nation relations...one miscue and Cairo could up in flames. Now Pearman's cover had been blown; the list proved that.
Cairo was seething with intrigue and with the heat of the Khamseen, the ill wind of North Africa. And somewhere in the Egyptian underworld someone knew how those five names were connected to the sizzling fuse of an international time bomb.
One by one, by blade and by bullet, the list grew shorter...and Cairo began to throb with the tension of a city about to explode.