“Absolutely delighted to read this gem. The author has a way of building the suspense so that you have no other choice but to continue reading from page 1 to the end. The book is truly hard to put down.”
“With a solid plot and well-drawn characters, Nicholas Orsini is at the top of his game. The Green Vial left me at the edge of my seat.”
“I’m not really into thrillers, but the political intrigue in this book got my attention. It is a subject I find greatly interesting. Orsini did a good job with this one.”
Lured into the web of a terrorist plot, geophysicist Dr. Roger Rogers of the US Geological Survey and his graduate assistant, Teresa Marchetti, go to Iran for an on-site investigation after an earthquake occurred. They need to collect scientific data from the region essential to their research studies.
There they meet their Iranian counterparts and Norwegian science attaché, Bjorn Arnarsoxn. Everything goes as planned, but then their plane is forced to make an emergency landing in a restricted biological-weapons development area. They are surprised when they are taken into custody. Roger and his companions later learn from a disillusioned member of an underground faction about the plot to extort millions of dollars from the US government. The terrorists are threatening to dump anthrax bacterium into the water supplies of several US major cities.
Presented with an escape route, Roger, Theresa, and Bjorn flee to the Afghan border where dangerous elements complicate the matter even further. After a tragic encounter at a checkpoint, the two Americans take a detour to Norway where more information about the case are unraveled. The whole thing escalated, and it finally had the Defense Intelligence Agency and the US President to get involved.
With his flair in weaving thrill and suspense to a layered and intricate plot, author Nicholas Orsini follows the footsteps of Graham Greene and John le Carre. The Green Vial will leave readers breathless and asking for more.
Roger slowly awoke from a deep sleep. His eyes opened, saw the hotel ceiling, and then he remembered he was in a hotel in Tehran. He got out of bed and went to the window and opened the heavy curtains. He realized it was the droning roar of traffic that had awakened him. Looking down on the street, he could see the congested traffic. . . . The deathly quiet city of a few hours ago was no more. Back to normal, he thought.
Roger and Teresa said good night to the group and decided to take a walk before turning in for the night. It was a cool night, and there was a slight breeze blowing. A young girl came up to them and asked them something in Farsi and was holding an empty bowl. They had no idea what she wanted, so they pointed to the main tent and sent her on her way. They felt sadness for the little thing and speculated she may have lost her parents in the earthquake. They decided to call it a night and returned to their tents.
It was midnight when Bahram pulled up to the embassy gate. The American embassy in Kabul was a very large compound, covering several acres of land with many buildings. The compound was enclosed inside a very high wall made of cement blocks and topped with shards of broken glass—mostly from beer bottles—glued to the top. Inside the wall was the ambassador’s residence, a motor p ool for storing and maintaining embassy vehicles, an office building, and residences for most embassy personnel, including the Marine guards.