If you're in the mood for a novel that moves at a blistering pace, is filled with action, reaction, and then even more action, you'll want to rush out and get Gayle Lynds's The Last Spymaster. Lynds, who clearly fine-tuned her not inconsiderable skill at describing super-charged events on the pages of a book from co-authoring several thrillers with Robert Ludlum, serves up the story of a spy on the run, evil (awfully evil) international arms dealers, some futuristic sounding weapons systems (which I suspect are more real than we'd like them to be), a dirty CIA agent or two (or more), many Walthers, SIG- Sauers, and Brownings (different types of guns, to the uninitiated), and three different tracking devices, which show up in the first 145 pages, alone). There's also an über-terrorist conglomerate that is far more dangerous than, say, Hamas, or Al-Qaeda working alone. Jay Tice, former head of CIA's Clandestine Services and now serving life in Allenwood prison for treason, breaks out of his cell and goes on the run. Why now? And how did he escape? And who can he trust to help him? Eventually all is revealed, of course, but not before there's much mayhem and many deaths (all violent: nobody dies in bed here). This is a grand choice for a lazy summer afternoon read.