McCloskey delivers another tightly constructed, deeply authentic espionage thriller with The Seventh Floor. This time, the stakes are high inside the CIA itself, as Artemis Procter—fired and exiled after a blown operation in Singapore—finds herself chasing whispers of a mole at the agency’s highest levels. With help from a damaged but determined Sam Joseph, the story becomes both a hunt for a traitor and a reflection on loyalty, power, and the emotional cost of the job.

What makes McCloskey stand out is how lived-in his world feels. The tension isn’t just in shootouts or chases (though there are those), but in conversations, betrayals, and long-simmering rivalries. Procter, in particular, is a standout—messy, brilliant, and unpredictable. And somehow, the gator farm detour works.

This is a strong conclusion to the trilogy—intelligent, suspenseful, and sharp without ever losing its emotional edge.