This is the final book in The Lighthouse Trilogy. Jamie has brought back his love from the planet they are visiting as well as his mom and best friend and cousin. What Jamie and others didn't realize was that they also brought back one of the most evil people from the planet to earth also. The...
Heroin addict & Pub quizz whizz, Alexander Lawson. Lawsons habit controls his exsistance and the pace of life in the bay town Carrickfergus. At 24 Lawson is washed up, a failed stint as a dectective in Belfasts drugs squad (for obivious reasons) has left the erstwhile coppers once brightly burnin...
Молодой гопник из Белфаста Майкл Форсайт пытался завязать с прошлым, отправившись служить в британскую армию, но вскоре избил штатского и был уволен на гражданку за плохое поведение. Потом ему отказали в пособии по безработице (соседи, сволочи, настучали), после чего парню не оставалось другого п...
In this riveting sequel to Adrian McKinty's acclaimed debut, "Dead I Well May Be," mercenary bad boy Michael Forsythe is back -- the hero "other writers can only aspire to create" (Ed McBain).While on holiday in Spain, Michael Forsythe is arrested in the chaos of a soccer riot and hauled off to j...
In the heart-stopping finale of the Dead trilogy, tough guy Michael Forsythe -- bad-boy antihero of the critically acclaimed "Dead I Well May Be" and "The Dead Yard" -- returns to his native Ireland, where a dangerous and beautiful old flame forces Michael to look for her daughter, who has myster...
He’d had trouble resting on the pullout bed. There were no sheets and it was far too hot to kip in his sleeping bag. I’d had a good night since I’d brought a sheet bag and a sleeping bag to America. We checked out the apartment, small but surprisingly tidy. We learned later that Pat cleaned it wh...
IT WAS CLEAR that Killian – Bernie had found out his name from Michael Forsythe – was not going to call the police over the incident at the farmhouse. It wouldn’t be in anyone’s interest to get Mr Coulter mixed up in that, so clearly they were going to let the cops believe it was a robbery gone w...
McCrabban holding a mug of coffee.“Thank you,” I said, sitting up in the sleeping bag and taking it. “What time is it?”“Nine,” McCallister said.“What day is it?” I asked.“Sunday,” Crabbie said.“You two came in on a Sunday? Why?” I wondered.“Well, I have a press conference to prepare for tomorrow ...
I wanted to talk to Mrs McAlpine alone and to follow up with Sir Harry alone. Tony was too much of an equal. It required weight to deal with him and I needed the emotional space to think. I walked to the farmhouse again and tried the door. She’d locked it. What country person locks their door? “M...
She offered me one but I declined.“The story’s all there in the file but I’ll tell you the gist if you want.”“Please do.”“My husband used to run a wee bar in Ballykeel. Just on the edge of the village there. The Henry Joy McCracken.”“Named after the rebel?”“Exactly. We still have it but Jim will ...
A city in free fall. A country in free fall. Every one of us on deathwatch, waiting out the Beard and his brother’s final days. Tick-fucking-tock. Hector says (in whispers), After Fidel and Raúl, le de...
Wind in the sierra. Vultures rising on the thermals. Danny knew it was a dream. He’d had it before. The air was dry and carried a hint of salt. He wanted to wake up. But he couldn’t. The sky was incandescent blue. He was tired. Thirsty. He’d skated up Las Vegas Boulevard all the way to the 15. It...
There was no point staying in England now. When we pulled into Oxford station I told Lawson to pack our stuff, pay the bill, get a receipt, get two bus tickets to Birmingham International airport, and meet me at the Eagle and Child. “Yes, sir.” &nbs...
Bayer heroin dreams. He was in a place of sweet scents: lavender, poppy, cut grass. He was dreaming of Yorkshire: spring flowers on the moors and a line of black-faced men outside his father’s surgery. But then he dreamed he was walking in the jungle: hideous masked faces ...