In comradeship is danger countered best.
Any fool can miss a train. It’s not so easy to lose one.
Somewhere east of London, on a line that runs deep into the Soviet Union, Alex Martin has lost a very valuable cargo: thirty-five thousand bottles of vodka, vanished without a trace.
Now everyone is looking for it.
A British crime boss. The Russian mafia. Soviet loyalists. Estonian nationalists. Irish Republicans.
Each with their own agenda. Each convinced Alex knows more than he’s saying.
He doesn’t.
But that may not save him.
