PROLOGUE
DUBLIN, JUNE 22nd 1982
It had been a long night. Now it was over.
Her baby was born and now lay in his plastic crib beside her bed. A little boy, and so dark. Darker than Dermot. He had not suspected a thing. Why should he? His mind had been too befuddled with drink to connect dates and times.
Exhausted, Marie barely listened to the blare of the television in her ward. She was so profoundly lost in her own retrospections the TV was merely a blur, a buzz. The two women in the adjacent beds were tutting and muttering something about the troubles in the Province, how they were getting worse.
But this little dark-haired child asleep in his bed and, wrapped in a blue blanket, was a far cry from those terrible atrocities. Besides, this was Dublin, miles away.
She wondered where Dermot was. He had also been a blur, fussing and faffing about her bedside sometime after midnight, before he had disappeared. No change there. Throughout the months of her pregnancy all Dermot seemed to do was to disappear.
Clodagh had been her constant companion. Her sister and brother-in-law were unable to have children. Clodagh had been looking forward to the birth as much as Marie. Even more so because she was expecting another boy. She hadn't found a name yet. Marie thought perhaps ‘James’. Both Marie and Dermot had agreed on Harry's name.
Dermot was insistent that they call their little girl Bridget. That was his ma's name, and they called her Bridie. Marie hated her own daughter being called by that name.
“As further troubles escalate in the Province, last night saw a renewed occurrence of the violence. An incident occurred at midnight near a Crosmaglen checkpoint, when a unit of British troops opened fire on a company of four men.
They had stopped the men to ask their identity, and to check the boot of their car. The men were suspected members of the Provisional IRA. Two of the men were armed, and attempted to make their escape, after opening fire on the soldiers. The boot of the car was searched, and assault rifles, including Uzi's and Armalites, plus several handguns and detonators, were discovered.
Progeny Of A Killer Description:
Sometimes the past throws up more than you can handle…
When Aidan McRaney is sent into infiltrate the lair of a man obsessed with seeking revenge on the British for the murder of his IRA father, he is forced to confront a past he never knew existed.
A fast-paced, tense thriller that will have you on the edge of your seat.
