Flight Risk

Special Agent Ingrid Skyberg is done. Done with London, done with the FBI, done with all of it—until the moment she tries to slip away through Heathrow and gets arrested for a murder she has no memory of committing. What follows is a race against powerful forces who want her buried, not exonerated, while a conspiracy unravels that reaches the highest levels of American government. The stakes are intensely personal and geopolitically explosive at once, and Hudson keeps both in sharp, unsettling tension throughout.

What sets this seventh installment apart is how confidently Hudson handles a character at her lowest point. Ingrid has never felt more human or more vulnerable, yet the plot never lets her—or the reader—catch a breath. The pacing is relentless without feeling mechanical, and the London setting is used with real specificity rather than as mere backdrop. Hudson writes action and interiority with equal conviction, which is rarer than it sounds. Readers who have followed the series will find this a payoff worth waiting for; newcomers will find it a sharp, propulsive entry point.