Vince Flynn looked up from his latte at a south Minneapolis coffee shop and said, "Look at the guy up there working on that telephone pole across the street. Something's not right."
If you happen to know that Flynn just turned out his seventh bestselling political thriller, you'd assume he was thinking, wiretap. Undercover stakeout. Or perhaps Taliban assassin bent on ethnically cleansing Linden Hills.
But no. The guy whose serious mug glowers threateningly from the back jacket of "Consent to Kill" was simply worried about the worker.
"He's not wearing the right gloves," Flynn said. "He could get electrocuted."
Flynn's fictional hero and alter ego, CIA counterterrorism agent Mitch Rapp, wouldn't have time to fret about such things; he'd be too busy saving the nation from nuclear disaster and diabolical subterfuge. But the author himself can afford to let his concerns spill over onto strangers. Having amassed total book-contract money into seven figures over the past decade, he's in the clover.
"Consent to Kill" has been out a month and is already in its fourth hardcover printing, with 380,000 copies in circulation, a more than 40 percent increase over 2004's "Memorial Day" printing.
Debuting at fourth on the New York Times bestseller list and second on the Wall Street Journal's list, the newest Mitch Rapp adventure is also the closest that any of Flynn's books have come to getting optioned by a major film studio. (This could stick a welcome pin in his oft-voiced argument that the reason none of his books has been made into a movie is that liberal Hollywood is afraid to portray fundamentalist Muslims as terrorists.)
Flynn keeps his name in the public's scope on talk radio and television programs, including Fox News' Hannity & Colmes, where he is asked at least as many questions about his views on real-life counterterrorism efforts as he is about his fiction.