An Afghan journalist records on videotape Mike Spann, well-scrubbed CIA agent-hero interrogating John Walker, wretched and grimy traitor; two young Americans on opposite sides in a prison in Afghanistan – one standing with a gun – the other on his knees bound and silent. One brainwashed, perhaps, the other not, perhaps. One is now alive the other is now dead. The camera, the agent and the traitor create an amazing confluence that a timid writer wouldn’t dare try to suggest as real.
Bill C. Davis