Book Review: Ken Bruen’s The Ghosts of Galway
Everyone wants a piece of Jack Taylor. To recover The Red Book, a priestly plea, the many-faced Em, Ridge wants to arrest him, and terrorists.
Everyone wants a piece of Jack Taylor. To recover The Red Book, a priestly plea, the many-faced Em, Ridge wants to arrest him, and terrorists.
C 33. A serial killer targeting the scum of Galway, inviting a now-clean Jack Taylor to join him. There’s also a dodgy dot-com billionaire buying up the town.
A crazed gunman pumps a magazine of bullets into Brant, and his fellow cops wonder why someone didn’t shoot him years ago. It’s a simple answer…
The “Manners Killer” intends a long-overdue lesson on the importance of manners. But Brant is ornery enough that if anyone is getting away with murder on his patch, it’ll be him.
For the Southeast London police squad, it’s rough, tough, dirty business as usual. The Vixen, the most sensuous, crazed female serial killer ever, is masterminding a series of lethal explosions.
DS Brant is in hot water. CI Roberts’ wife has died. WPC Falls is still trying to navigate her job as a black woman. And “The Blitz” killer is killing cops all over the city.
Just out of prison, Tommy Logan is making a name for himself with the help of his hurley. His latest target is Tony Roberts, brother to one of the meanest cops in London.
Evil has many guises and Jack Taylor has seen most of them. But nothing is as bad as an evil coterie named Headstone, who are committing random, insane, violent crimes in Galway, Ireland.
DS Brant and his boss, DI Roberts, of the Metropolitan Police are as sleazy and ruthless as the villains they are out to get with an unforgettable crawl through the mean streets of London, Dublin, and New York.
Roberts and Brant are in hot water and need a “white arrest”, a major catch to whitewash all their past sins and deliver them, if not to paradise, at least to a better beat.