Drink with the Devil (Sean Dillon, Book 5)
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Ten years ago, a fortune in gold bullion was stolen, only to disappear beneath the Irish Sea. Now it’s been found, and Sean Dillon must face ghosts from his past in the race to get to it first. A fortune in stolen British gold, brutally hijacked by Irish Protestant paramilitaries in the 1980s, lies shipwrecked at the bottom of the Irish Sea. Now the Irish Rose, and her precious cargo, have been found. The race is on to recover the bullion. Irish militant Michael Ryan wants to finance war in his homeland – and a sinister pact with the New York Mafia will make his dreams a savage reality. To stop him, the British and American authorities must call in the best: Sean Dillon, once the most feared IRA enforcer, now working for British Intelligence. His mission: to retrieve the gold and stop Ryan by any means necessary. With millions of pounds, and countless innocent lives hanging in the balance, the two men become locked in a furious race. Pursued by ghosts from his past, Dillon must fight for his own survival in this brutally thrilling game of cat and mouse.
decoy, that’s all. Benny will dump this down on the coast road, all doors locked and so on. That should hold the police up nicely while they try to get inside. It’ll give us extra time, if we need it, to get away with the real McCoy.’ ‘Very ingenious. And Benny can handle this?’ ‘Benny can handle anything with an engine, like you wouldn’t believe. Benny should be a Formula One driver only he’s too big.’ Benny nodded delightedly. ‘Right, let’s go back inside and have a cup of tea and then Benny
saying the Howler takes out the truck’s security system, but how do you get the damn thing to stop in the first place?’ ‘A good point, but that’s where Kathleen comes in.’ Ryan put an arm around her. ‘I’ll explain when we get back.’ The second barn was filled with farm machinery. There was also an old Ford van. Ryan said, ‘Now if you were driving along a country road and you saw that van burning and a young girl lying in the road, blood on her face, would you stop?’ ‘I’d have to say I
under the lower canopy of the wheelhouse. ‘Now isn’t that the great sight!’ Keogh demanded as he devoured one of Mary Power’s ham sandwiches. Kathleen laughed as she passed him a cup of tea. ‘You’re a terrible man, Martin.’ Ryan said, ‘His bad luck he’s on the wrong side. Here, I’ll put the heater on for a while.’ A warm glow spread throughout the cabin within seconds. ‘God, but that’s nice,’ Kathleen said. Ryan took another sandwich. ‘You’ll be fine back there in the cabin. Nice and cosy on
there? Do they have you wired for sound?’ ‘Hell, no. Oh, they tried it back in the old days, the British Secret Intelligence Service, Irish Intelligence, Dublin Special Branch. I had my own experts who used to come round once a week and sweep the house. I expect your uncle had to take the same precautions.’ ‘And still does.’ ‘Well I’m not Chief of Staff for the IRA any more.’ He smiled. ‘A time for peace, Mr Sollazo, that’s what they tell me.’ ‘So no more IRA?’ Barry laughed out loud. ‘If
from Belfast.’ ‘Would it surprise you to know that he’s been in prison in America for the past ten years?’ Barry smiled. ‘Now there’s a wonder. He dropped out of sight in nineteen eighty-five, but totally, and I could never figure that out. What did he do?’ ‘He shot a policeman while robbing a bank. They gave him twenty-five years.’ ‘Poor sod.’ Barry whistled. ‘He must be sixty-five now. I don’t suppose he’s got much chance of seeing the light of day.’ ‘Not really. He can apply for probation