Alex Crawford — Colonel Gaddafi's Hat
Collins 2012 Paperback 296 It started, as it often does, with a phone call in the dead of night. You arrive, into a panicked, hot airport; you are detained, shadowed, kept away from the action and the truth of it. But slowly, slowly you push and probe. You weave contacts with insight until the real story emerges. And then you just have to chase it down. After that it is all aobut instinct. And fear. And pursuit. And surviving to act as a witness. Minor tanning, spine a little wrinkled. Good