Somebody wanted Sam Durell dead. And that somebody was working on the same side.
Kill the Cajun. Those were the orders. Orders that mirrored others given so many times to Sam Durell as an agent of K Section.
Killing and trying not to be killed were part and parcel of Durell's existence. But here he found himself having to think rapidly as someone from his own Section chased him across the islands of the Indian Ocean─someone who had been trained the way Durell had been trained, who knew all his tricks, and had the advantage of surprise.
From Back Cover Blurb