Not the most aesthetically pleasing town in Ireland. Not one for the Tourist board calendars, or the Guinness posters, or the coffee table books.
Working port, blue collar – nothing wrong with that, but the big UVF mural on the A2 as you drove into town, in which a masked gunman promised ‘death to informers’ perhaps wasn’t the most welcoming of messages.
Larne RUC was a recently renovated, rather impressive, fortress on Hope Street (no irony intended). Larne had more manpower, money and resources than Carrick RUC and their district stretched from Whitehead all the way up to the Glens of Antrim. They even had a boat division and a separate wing for the Harbour and British Transport Police. So you’d think they’d be a high;y professional crew who had their shit together. You’d think wrong. All the young guys were good, but the McBain murder investigation was being run by CI Kennedy – a first-class arse, if there ever was one – and CI Monroe, who was an ill-natured, red-faced son-of-a-bitch. Both of them were Masons, promoted way beyond their level of competence through insider connections. To add that they were lazy, Catholic hating scumbags would be obvious and redundant but I’ve added it anyway out of spite.
ABOUT THIS BOOK: It’s just the same things over and again for Sean Duffy: riot duty, heartbreak, cases he can solve but never get to court. But what detective gets two locked-room mysteries in one career?
When journalist Lily Bigelow is found dead in the courtyard of Carrickfergus Castle, it looks like a suicide. Yet there are a few things that bother Duffy just enough to keep the case file open, which is how he finds out that Bigelow was working on a devastating investigation of corruption and abuse at the highest levels of power in the UK and beyond.And so Duffy has two impossible problems on his desk: Who killed Lily Bigelow? And what were they trying to hide?
MY THOUGHTS: Northern Ireland. 1987. The Troubles are still brewing, if no longer boiling over. Duffy still isn’t any better at getting, and keeping, people onside. Even his lovers. It could have something to do with his snarky irreverence. Personally, this is something I love, but then I don’t have to work/live with him.
McKinty is an atmospheric and entertaining writer. He brings the setting and the people alive. And he’s not above throwing in the odd curveball. Neither McKinty nor his creation, Sean Duffy, are ever predictable.
This is, quite honestly, one of the best series, if not THE BEST series I have ever read. I am feeling quite sad that there is only one more book in the series (currently) for me to read. I hope there are more underway.
THE AUTHOR: Adrian McKinty is an Irish novelist. He was born in Belfast, Northern Ireland, and grew up in Victoria Council Estate, Carrickfergus, County Antrim. He read law at the University of Warwick and politics and philosophy at the University of Oxford. He moved to the United States in the early 1990s, living first in Harlem, New York and from 2001 on, in Denver, Colorado, where he taught high school English and began writing fiction. He lives in Melbourne, Australia with his wife and two children.
DISCLOSURE: I borrowed my copy of Rain Dogs by Adrian McKinty, published by Seprent’s Tail, from Waitomo District Library. All opinions expressed int his review are entirely my own personal opinions.
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