* * * * *Blurb:
Detective Tadhg Sullivan’s life seems to be falling apart, since being shifted to Clare from Dublin after falling out with the Minister for Justice and the Garda Commissioner. His partner, Journalist Helen Carty, has moved out, unable to live with his bouts of depression and periodic alcoholism. He finds himself once again alone in a world that doesn’t understand him.
Suddenly Sullivan is knocked out of his lethargy when a teenage girl goes missing not far from Ennis where he has been stationed. Sullivan is asked to lead the hunt by the local Superintendent and is catapulted into a world of unimaginable horror. He is confronted by Lord Charles Cromwell the leader of a sadistic cult—The Brotherhood—that derives its pleasures from the torture and murder of young women.
Sullivan’s investigation is once again hampered by political interference. As he fights his way through one bureaucratic obstacle after another he discovers that The Brotherhoods tentacles have not only reached into corridors of power in Ireland but, they are being protected by powerful politicians worldwide.
To cut through this protective ring of steel Sullivan finds himself having to engage with some strange bed fellows. Which included an ex CIA agent, Simon Horowitz, who had saved his partners life during his last investigation and an IRA leader, Rory O’Connor, who has recently been released from prison.
Will this strange combination be able to destroy The Brotherhood before their murderous reign takes another young life or will Lord Cromwell destroy Sullivan and everything he loves?
* * * * *Excerpt:
She knew nothing of the white van that pulled up behind her, until the two men grabbed her and bundled her into the back of it. She’d been jogging along the road, with her headphones on listening to Mumford and Sons. At first she’d thought it was a prank being carried out by some of her friends. But, as the van tore along the narrow road at top speed and she found herself being tossed from side to side, she knew something much more sinister was unfolding and started to scream. Suddenly the van took a sharp left. She fell and smashed her face against the side panelling. Then she could feel it being driven down a long pebbled lane. She stared at her headphones, the music still blaring, lying on the floor of the van. She cursed herself for not listening to her parents who had begged her to bring her mobile phone.
The van jolted to a halt. She heard the men get out. She heard their feet crunch on the pebble drive as they walked to the back of the van and opened the doors. She cried with terror as the two middle aged men dragged her out and carried her across the forecourt towards a huge wooden door.
One of them rang the bell and seconds later she heard the door creak as it inched open. A tall man of about sixty with a nose like a beak moved to the side as the two men carried her in. As they brought her along the dark hallway, she tried to struggle but to no avail, they were too strong. She screamed and screamed but her screams seemed to be swallowed up by the old house.
* * * * *About the Author:
Daithi Kavanagh lives in Trinity, Taghmon, Co. Wexford, Ireland with his wife and two teenage children. Up until the recession he played music for a living. He plays guitar and sings. In 2012 he took up an Adult Education Course and completed his Leaving Certificate this year. He is now studying for a degree in Irish Culture and Heritage Studies.
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