The Overwhelming
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“The story is exciting, relevant and beautifully written..." Erika Anderson, Canongate Books
It should have been just another day at the office for reporter Nick Day…until Raj, an Islamist militant he meets online, tells him another 9/11 is imminent. His interview with billionaire tycoon John Squires, the new owner of London’s iconic Cucumber building, turns into a strange lunch at Freemasons Hall. Then a bomb explodes at nearby Buckingham Palace - and it won't be the last that day. Nick’s discoveries rapidly evolve into a dangerous investigation into murky property deals and foreign intelligence plots aimed at sparking war in the Middle East.
"Then a single thought made my hair stand on end. Squires, who had just bought the building that had been blown up before my eyes, had switched our meeting this morning from the Cucumber to Freemasons Hall. My stomach turned. My mouth was dry. No one was going to convince me that this was just a coincidence. No one. How could such a thing be possible? If someone had suggested it to me, I would have laughed, but I knew it had happened and I wanted to know how and why and the blood on the pavement only yards from me made me certain that I would find out, somehow."
It should have been just another day at the office for reporter Nick Day…until Raj, an Islamist militant he meets online, tells him another 9/11 is imminent. His interview with billionaire tycoon John Squires, the new owner of London’s iconic Cucumber building, turns into a strange lunch at Freemasons Hall. Then a bomb explodes at nearby Buckingham Palace - and it won't be the last that day. Nick’s discoveries rapidly evolve into a dangerous investigation into murky property deals and foreign intelligence plots aimed at sparking war in the Middle East.
"Then a single thought made my hair stand on end. Squires, who had just bought the building that had been blown up before my eyes, had switched our meeting this morning from the Cucumber to Freemasons Hall. My stomach turned. My mouth was dry. No one was going to convince me that this was just a coincidence. No one. How could such a thing be possible? If someone had suggested it to me, I would have laughed, but I knew it had happened and I wanted to know how and why and the blood on the pavement only yards from me made me certain that I would find out, somehow."




