The Reich Progeny

This is a book for readers who love the patient menace of Robert Harris and Frederick Forsyth, the secret-history momentum of The Da Vinci Code, and the two-hander darkness of True Detective.

The men and women who run Europe are being moved toward a future they believe they chose. Their convictions aren’t their own. They were written eighty years ago, in their blood, by people who never lived to see them grown.

Not one of them knows.

Mickey O’Callaghan crosses the Atlantic to bury a friend killed in a rail accident — an accident filed, signed and closed without a single false signature. He’s a burnt-out cop with nothing left but the habit of pulling threads, and this one runs through flawless paperwork toward John Wolfe: brilliant, self-made, the architect of the most precise targeting engine ever built.

Wolfe thinks he built it to keep people safe.

He has no idea what it really does. He has no idea what he is.

Classical computing could target a crowd. Quantum can target a soul.

A conspiracy that doesn’t murder its rivals so much as quietly clear them. A machine indistinguishable from ordinary ambition. And one question waiting under every name in the book — and under yours:

Are you what your blood makes you, or are you your choices?