David McCloskey’s The Seventh Floor is an electrifying, cerebral, and utterly gripping spy thriller that cements his place as a modern heir to John le Carré. This is espionage fiction at its finest – tense, labyrinthine, and brimming with razor-sharp authenticity.
At the heart of the novel is Artemis Procter, a maverick intelligence officer cast out by the CIA, only to find herself pulled back into a deadly game of deception and betrayal. When a Russian defector is assassinated in Singapore and her former colleague Sam Joseph vanishes, Procter becomes the agency’s scapegoat. But when Sam resurfaces with a stunning revelation—a high-level mole is burrowed deep within the CIA—Procter must navigate a treacherous landscape of old allies and bitter foes to uncover the truth before it’s too late.
McCloskey, a former CIA analyst, wields his insider knowledge with precision, crafting a narrative that feels chillingly real. The novel’s breakneck pacing, deftly executed twists, and masterfully drawn characters keep the tension at a fever pitch, leading to an unforgettable climax packed with jaw-dropping revelations.
Artemis Procter, a rebel with a cause, is a spectacular protagonist—tough, cunning, and haunted by the service that both shaped and discarded her. She’s a character for the ages, standing alongside the greats of the genre.
McCloskey has outdone himself with this one. The Seventh Floor is a tour de force—intelligent, pulse-pounding, and utterly unmissable. If you’re a fan of spy fiction, this is your next obsession.