Brett Hoffmann's first novel, The Contract, is a good start and I hope to see more novels from Brett.
Jack Rogers is the leading man and Stella Sartori the leading lady. Both work for the big company and are married (sort of, you have to read the book to work out the complications). Stella finds something that puts her life in danger then Jack is dragged in and the body count starts to rise. The way Stella acts at the start is a little hard to believe then some flashbacks fill out the story.
The first chapter starts with:
November 1967. Atlantic Ocean
Campbell Reeves mopped the sweat from his brow with a sodden handkerchief as he contemplated the endless ocean. The old liner's air conditioning was totally inadequate for the heat and humidity of the equator and he was on the sundeck at the top of the ship, in the shadow cast by a lifeboat, having abandoned the stuffy interior.
The second chapter brings us to the current story and starts with:
October 2002. New York City
Jack stared at the blinking red lights on the telephone. On, off, on, off. The damn things never seemed to stop. Not so very long ago he'd been in love with those blinking red lights. They meant another client was on the line, or another deal, or another offer. And, as always, voicemail would be populated with neatly packaged opportunities — to buy, sell, list, issue or participate. They represented money and success, those blinking red lights. If you're a trader, and your lights don't blink, you wont be a trader for long.
The first half started to drag a little as lots of characters were introduced then the story picked up. There are enough characters to fill your brain if you spend a day on the beach reading straight through. I tried to read it in small chunks, a few minutes on the train each day, and I started to forget who was who. The book is the right length for a Sydney to Perth flight (4 hours) plus the return journey or one way from Sydney to London with plenty of sleep.
First published 2009.