Adam Colclough lives and works in the West Midlands, he writes regularly for a number of websites, one day he will get round to writing a book for someone else to review.
Belfast at the height of the troubles, on a bleak housing estate a drug dealer is found shot dead with a crossbow bolt. One more murder in a town where life is cheap; finding out who is behind the crime could lead world weary detective Sean Duffy to his own unmarked grave.
Hounded by unknown enemies in high places and with internal affairs breathing down his neck, time could be running out even for a resourceful man like Duffy.
Adrian McKinty’s latest thriller set on the mean streets of eighties Belfast easily lives up to the high standard set by its predecessors.
The period detail is, as ever, faultlessly accurate and Duffy is, as always, a compelling mix of the thinking man with a taste for the piety of WB Yates and a fighting spirit not so far removed from the crooks and terrorists he hunts.
McKinty gets perfectly the claustrophobia and paranoia of Northern Ireland during the troubles; a time and place when loyalty had its price and violence was commonplace.
This time he takes Duffy into the compromised world of moles and informers, where the payoff could be a wad of used notes or a bullet in the head. Along the way he suggests an exit strategy for his protagonist based on an intricate double cross.
This latest instalment more than matches the quality of what has gone before. If the series is moving towards its close, then it is going out in superb style.