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In The Morning I'll Be Gone
A Catholic officer in the RUC during the 1980s, Sean Duffy is an insider with an outsider’s perspective, that classic staple of the crime novel. Adrian McKinty’s In the Morning I’ll Be Gone (Serpent’s Tail, €18.75) follows on from The Cold, Cold Ground (2012) and I Hear the Sirens in the Street (2013), both of which were set in Northern Ireland and had for their backdrops the 1981 hunger strikes and the scandal surrounding the DeLorean affair, respectively. Margaret Thatcher, the late British prime minister, casts a long shadow over the events of In the Morning I’ll Be Gone, which is set in 1984.
Never fully trusted by his largely Protestant RUC colleagues, Duffy is further ostracised when an old classmate, an IRA man named Dermot McCann, escapes from the Maze prison and rumours begin to circulate about an impending IRA “spectacular”. Duffy’s pursuit of the elusive McCann provides the narrative spine for this compelling thriller, McKinty’s 10th crime title, with Duffy encountering spooks, killers and civilians sympathetic to “the cause” as he tries to navigate a bewildering hall of mirrors constructed from Northern Ireland’s myriad hidden agendas. Not content with constructing a complex plot, McKinty further wraps his story around a deliciously old-fashioned “locked room” mystery, the solution to which holds the key to Duffy’s entire investigation. Driven by McKinty’s brand of lyrical, hard-boiled prose, leavened by a fatalistic strain of the blackest humour, In the Morning I’ll Be Gone is a hugely satisfying historical thriller.