Straighter-forward but no less exciting than The Wilby Conspiracy, it's that ""cosy wee war"" in Ireland again where Harry Finn, an almost literally and figuratively burnt out case (a cancer -- his marriage and his work in Intelligence) is assigned to get a line on Kilshaw, who now leads a British-Protestant faction against the IRA's most fanatical vigilantes. Among them are Michael Hughes, a most wanted revolutionary and his lovely sister who had once known Kilshaw too well, and all of them, including Finn, are to be used and betrayed by unexpected sources in a dirty arms deal. A smoldering story from start to finish and just about imperative in the genre.