The terrorist group, Blue Phoenix have murdered Michael Savage’s family in a botched car bombing. Swearing revenge and beset by mystical visions of a time long past he pursues them.
PROLOGUE
They said it was a mistake. That their information had been wrong. That they were sorry.
Bastards!
What did they know of sorrow?
What did they care?
No one cared.
Especially the politicians. Those soft-bellied, sweaty palmed morons who bound the Security Forces hand and foot with red tape.
Anarchy prevailed because the terrorists had nothing to fear. Nothing except a stern little lecture, a short little sentence and a prison like a three-star hotel.
Murder, extortion and racketeering were commonplace. Statements and apologies the order of the day.
Maybe you can remember the one addressed to me. It made all the papers…
‘The Blue Phoenix Movement today announced that THEY were responsible for placing a bomb under Mr Michael Savage’s car. They said their operatives had mistaken the car for that of his neighbour, who was a member of the Security Forces. The organisation expressed its regret at the death of Mrs Savage and the couple’s three year old daughter, Tamara, but said that innocent casualties were to be expected in the current struggle with the forces of oppression…’
Words.
That’s all it had been.
Empty, hollow, meaningless words.
And that’s why I knew I had to do something.
For Nadia’s sake. For Tamara’s…for my own.
Maybe you think I should have sat at the fireside, read my Bible and told the bombers that I forgave them. That I wanted no reprisals. That all I wanted was peace.
Well, maybe you’re right. Maybe I should have done that.
But I didn’t.
I couldn’t. My need to see justice done wouldn’t let me.
This then is my story. Judge me as you will. I care not whether you label me victim or villain. My conscience is clear. All I pray is that YOU never find yourself in the same circumstances…
Copyright 2008 Danny McCallan. All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, recording or otherwise, without the prior written permission of the author.
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Read this book a few weeks back – it’s a corker! I would really recommend it.
Class story told in a convincing and uncompromising way. Trust me, as one who has lived thru the ‘Troubles’ of N. Ireland this novel is as real as it gets.
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