Marcus Kent didn't see her liplocked with someone else in the hall — he saw her liplocked with me.

It was a better effort than some of the crud that's been slithering down the ulg gutter lately - at least he attempted a build up (even if it was too quick and had a Flamebait Rating of zilch). Well written, but a bit plooky and gimboid; not quite a breath of fresh air, but better than slithering crud.

You wash up tonight and I'll dry.

Ludlum has never come up with a more head-spinning, spine-jolting, intricately mystifying, Armageddonish, in short Ludlumesque, thriller than this.