Product Description \n#1 \nNew York Times \nand #1 \nWall Street Journal \nbestselling author Brad Thor returns with his hottest and most action-packed thriller yet!\\nThe most secretive organization in America operates without accountability to the American people. Hiding in the shadows, pretending to be part of the United States Government, its power is beyond measure.\\nControl of this organization has just been lost and the future of the nation has been thrust into peril.\\nWhen the five candidates being considered to head this mysterious agency suddenly go missing, covert counter-terrorism operative, Scot Harvath is summoned to Washington and set loose on the most dangerous chase ever to play out on American soil.\\nBut as the candidates begin turning up murdered, the chase becomes an all-too-public spectacle with every indicator suggesting that the plot has its roots in a shadowy American cabal founded in the 1700s.\\nWith the United States on the verge of collapse, Harvath must untangle a web of conspiracy centuries in the making and head off the greatest threat America has ever seen.\\nThis is thriller writing at its absolute best where the stakes have never been higher, nor the line between good and evil so hard to discern.\n About the Author \nBrad Thor is the #1 \nNew York Times bestselling author of twenty-two thrillers, including \nBlack Ice, \nNear Dark (one of \nSuspense Magazine’s Best Books of the Year), \nBacklash (nominated for the Barry Award for Best Thriller of the Year), \nSpymaster (“One of the all-time best thriller novels” —\nThe Washington Times), \nThe Last Patriot (nominated Best Thriller of the Year by the International Thriller Writers association), and \nBlowback (one of the “Top 100 Killer Thrillers of All Time” —NPR). Visit his website at BradThor.com and follow him on Facebook at Facebook.com/BradThorOfficial and on Twitter @BradThor.\n Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. \nHidden Order\\nCHAPTER 1\\nLUFTHANSA FIRST-CLASS LOUNGE\\nFRANKFURT AIRPORT\\nGERMANY\\nLydia Ryan looked up from her tablet as a waiter set a drink in front of her. “I didn’t order this,” she said.\\n“No, ma’am,” replied the waiter. “It is from the gentleman.”\\nRyan shut down the tablet and cautiously glanced around the sleek, chrome-and-leather-accented room. She didn’t see anyone looking back at her. “What gentleman?”\\nAs the waiter smiled, a man seated in the area behind her said, “This gentleman.” Ryan recognized the voice almost immediately.\\n“May I join you?” he asked as she turned around to face him.\\nBefore she could respond, the man had already stood, his own drink in hand, and was walking around to her.\\nWhile paths did sometimes cross in the intelligence world, Ryan knew better than to believe in coincidences. The fact that she and Nafi Nasiri, deputy chief of the Jordanian General Intelligence Department, were in the same airport lounge was no accident.\\nHe was in his late forties, tall, with medium-length black hair and refined, handsome features. He came from a wealthy family related to the King and had been educated in England and the United States. He had a penchant for dark Italian suits and his shoes were always highly polished. On his left wrist he wore the same elegant Patek Philippe watch that Ryan remembered.\\n“It’s good to see you again, Lydia,” he said as he set a briefcase down and took the seat facing her.\\n“It’s been a long time, Nafi.”\\n“Even so, you haven’t changed at all. You’re still as beautiful as ever.”\\nStill the player, she thought to herself as she smiled and shook her head. “How’s the shoulder?” she asked, beating him to the punch.\\nReaching across his body, he massaged his right shoulder. “I find the changes in barometric pressure difficult, particularly before it rains.”\\nThree years ago, Nasiri had knocked her to the ground as a suicide bomber was about to detonate. He had taken shrapnel in his upper arm and had used the injury ever since as an attempt to guilt he