The deaths of an Irish drug lord who was murdered in Spain and an Irish estate agent who jumped off Bristol’s storied Clifton Bridge turn out to have close and unholy connections.
It seems eminently logical that Cormac Horgan, the millionaire head of his family’s chain of estate agents, would have completed his financial ruin by topping himself at a spot favored by dozens of other suicides. Nor is anyone shedding tears over the demise of Declan (Bingo) Begley in sunny Spain—except for accountant Gemma Kearney’s mother, frantic because she hasn’t heard from her daughter for three weeks. Gemma was Begley’s girlfriend, she tells Sunday Herald reporter Siobhan Fallon, though no one in Begley’s circle can confirm the bond before Siobhan, still wobbly after her last encounter with evil (The Priest, 2011), is forcibly furloughed from the Herald. Neither can DI Mike Mulcahy, Siobhan’s friend in Ireland’s National Drugs Unit. Under mounting pressure because of diminishing budgets to justify his tiny unit’s existence, Mulcahy follows a tip from veteran informant Eddie McTiernan that seems to link still another death, the execution of Liverpool drug wholesaler Trevor Ronson several weeks ago, to an epic consignment of drugs by sea and a well-traveled Colombian assassin. Many dour interviews and ingenious schemes at cross-purposes later, Siobhan and Mulcahy realize that they’re pulling opposite ends of the same tangled skein and reluctantly join forces. And a good thing too, because they’ll both need each other to survive the denouement.
Slow to gather momentum, with much checking of airline schedules. But the final bloody payoff is deeply satisfying.