Furst does a great job of creating suspense without the necessity of dramatic or big actions. A telephone call, the wave of a hand from a window across the street, a note left at a hotel--these can be mechanisms for very intense suspense even though I would describe this as a quiet book. Much of it is interior to the main character and his experiences, but the pace is deceptive and actually a good deal happens just without the fan fare of most thrillers.