I read this one out of order — I own the Think Tank volumes which precede it but haven’t read them yet — but I was still able to follow it. As always, Hawkins’ research gives the book a real feeling of verisimilitude. My late father-in-law was an actual CIA spook, a genuine field operative who was there from the Agency’s early days through the 1990s. Toward the end of his life he suffered from Progressive Supranuclear Palsy, a rare disease like Parkinson’s which impaired his sleep, often leading to periods of disorientation. He sometimes suffered from flashbacks and was occasionally confused about where and when he was. I helped take care of him for a couple years as his condition worsened, and he sometimes told me things about his career that he really shouldn’t have. Most of it is outdated, of course, and when he retired he went overt, but still, it was fascinating. As he once said, “The things I’m allowed to talk about no one is interested in, and the things people are interested in I can’t talk about.” All of that to say that the CIA stuff in this book rings true, because that’s the sort of thing he did, too. It’s heightened for the extra drama, of course.