Please help me welcome fellow Tirgearr author Daithi Kavanagh to my blog.
My name is Daithi Kavanagh. I am 57 years old and am a late starter to many things. I am currently studying for a degree in Irish Culture and Heritage studies. I also play music – Irish ballads in the local pubs around my hometown of Wexford. My two kids also play and join me on a regular basis. I live in a beautiful part of Wexford a tiny village called Trinity with my wife, two children/teenagers, two dogs and a cat. My two books in The Tadhg Sullivan Series materialized when I first went back to studying. I found a love for English when I went back to school which spurred my writing on and I haven’t stopped since.I have always loved reading and this has definitely had an influence on my writing style. I read mainly crime fiction especially Arnaldur Indriðason and Stieg Larsson.
Garda Detective Tadhg Sullivan leads a special unit that investigates politically motivated crime. A man known only as The Deerstalker is a cancer who has infected the Irish political system.
Sullivan teams up with journalist Helen Carty, and together they try tracking down the mysterious killer. Carty adds to Sullivan’s problems, when he finds himself falling in love with her. And further complicating things, he starts losing trust in his partner, Detective Pat Carter, who appears to be on the side of the Garda Commissioner, who Sullivan is rapidly falling out with.
Sullivan’s case is further thrown into confusion when a copycat killer, Tommy Walsh, is shot dead by the CIA. When the CIA discovers that they’ve killed the wrong person, the two agents involved–Simon, who has become disillusioned by his time stationed in the Middle East, and Joey, a psychopath who confuses zealotry with patriotism–are also in pursuit of The Deerstalker.
Sullivan finds himself in a race against time, if he is to arrest The Deerstalker before the CIA take him out, and use his death as a pawn in a political game of chess.
Who will win out in the end?
After parking, he walked through the forest to a clearing, where he knew he could see for miles. He crawled on his belly along a flat piece of rock, dragging the gun with him. The glow was coming off it again, and he could feel its strength. He stared out over the side of the cliff. Once again, he was in luck. He could see the squad cars and a crowd of people gathered around the bungalow a few hundred yards away.
Adrenaline pumped through his body. His heart felt like it would burst from his chest. He put the gun to his shoulder and adjusted the sight, scanning the group of people to find his target. There he was, right in the middle of the Gardaí. How predictable of a politician. The only time they stand with the people is during an election. He stared through the lens at the big red face.
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?
She knew nothing of the white van that pulled up behind her, until the two men grabbed her and bundled her into the back. 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 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. She screamed. Suddenly the van took a sharp left and she smashed her face against the side panelling. They seemed to be on a long, pebbled lane. She stared at her headphones, the music still blaring, lying on the floor, and cursed herself for not listening to her parents, who had begged her to bring her mobile phone.