Very few novels are devoid of loopholes; some of them have potholes in them.
This one by Fredrick Forsyth must be one of his masterpieces, am yet to read Fourth protocol.
I couldn’t put the book down; it was an awesome read. I, however, would’ve preferred a different ending, had the Jackal not been…NO I want you to read it.
Forsyth reinstated the prestige of crime novels after being cruelly taken for a ride by a few others (remember Agatha’s Miss.Marple versions?)
From an engineering point of view, as the page number increases the excitement in the novel grows exponentially.