A WOMAN UNDERGROUND

Klavan, who’s evidently determined to make each adventure of assassin turned English teacher Cameron Winter more feverish than the last, turns up the heat again in this triple-decker tale.

As he sits in the office of therapist Margaret Whitaker, Winter is willing to talk endlessly about anything but Gwendolyn Lord, the previous therapist who was in love with him. He recalls his mission to track down Jerry Collins, a fellow agent of the shadowy Division who vanished while he was on his way to eliminate Istanbul child trafficker Kemal Balkin; his childhood love for Charlotte Shaefer, whose distinctive perfume he’s just smelled outside his apartment; and his reading of the joltingly fascist novel Treachery in the Night, whose heroine seems an awful lot like Charlotte. To Margaret’s complaints that he’s meandering, he replies: “In my mind, it’s all one story.” And that’s not even counting the unwelcome news that his academic colleague Roger Sexton plans to abandon his wife and young son and settle down with his student Barbara Finley, who turns out to have set her own sights more broadly. The stakes rise further when Winter follows a clue halfway across the country in hope of finding Ivy Swansag, the reclusive author of Treachery in the Night, and stumbles onto a trail even more violent than the one that led to Jerry Collins. Everyone involved in every one of the stories he spins for Margaret seems willing to blackmail, betray, or kill everyone else. Instead of hoping for a happy ending, readers will find themselves praying that this will all somehow come together.

Not by any means Klavan’s best, but in some inscrutable ways Klavan’s most.