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The Last Drop of Blood by Graham Masterton
About The Book
Justice Garrett Quinn should have been at a sentencing. He was one of the good ones, fighting for order in a lawless world. In a burned-out car, on the outskirts of Cork, DS Katie Maguire finds what’s left of him.
But this is only the beginning. The judge’s death sparks a gang war fought with bullets and bombs, and civilians are caught in the crossfire. As the city spirals deeper into
violence, Ireland’s most fearless detective must find the courage to fight for her hometown one last time.
Katie Maguire is no stranger to sacrifice–but she has lost so much already. Facing new horrors each day, Katie must decide: can she do her duty when she has nothing
left to give?
I will start saying that I live in Ireland and it’s a safe country, even if they say that Cork is the safer city in Ireland, I live in Galway and I’ve never seen a gang fight at all! So, if you are planning a trip to Ireland don’t cancel it, aside from rain you’ll not see any more trouble!
So, let’s talk about the book, when Justice Garrett Quinn’s body appears burned inside his car the police know that this would not be an easy case, because he was in a very important trial mixed with gangs and this means that possibly one of them is involved in the killing. And just after the bomb, the two main gangs of the city start killing without anyone to stop them…
This is a non-stop action thriller, full of bullets, bombs and victims… The main detective of the story, Katie Maguire, is having personal problems and also had a personal relation with Garret Quinn, this will make this case more deep and interesting, of course! It is clear that the killing is gang related, but why now and who is responsible for the bombing?
I’ll admit that didn’t like how Katie was treated by her boss or co-workers, she is bullied mainly for being a good police officer and doing her job really good. I really don’t know any man/woman police officer, but I would like to think that they are treated equally or that at least if someone disrespects them there’s a way to stop it. If the police officers are the first to abuse, who we can trust to protect us?
I’ll finish saying that after this ending I don’t want to wait to read the next book! Ready?
The two gardaí were still struggling to pull the drunken traveller out of The Bridle’s front door when they heard a boom! in the distance, like a bomb going off.
Garda Micky Phelan looked around and said, ‘What in the name of Jesus was that?’
‘Take your filthy crubeens off me, will you?’ the traveller blurted at him. ‘I’ll report you for racial discrimification, you see if I don’t.’
‘Shut your bake, you’re totally mouldy,’ Garda Neasa O’Connor snapped at him.
‘You know full well that you’re bar red from The Bridle. And the bang of benjy off of you, I swear – it’s enough to make a maggot gag.’
Patrick the barman came out of the doorway, wiping his hands on his apron. ‘Holy Mother of God, that was one hell of a wallop, wasn’t it? What do you think it was?’
‘No idea at all,’ said Garda Phelan. ‘It was way too loud for a crow banger.’
‘You’re right. It sounded to me like it came from those new houses – the ones over there at Sean – áit Feirme. Let’s hope it wasn’t a gas main blew up. They had a ball of trouble there with gas leaks only a couple of months ago. Bord Gáis was around there every other day.’
‘For feck’s sake, will you let go of me,’ the traveller demanded. He must have been somewhere in his mid-fifties, with wild grey hair like a bramble patch and a face so crimson with drink that it was almost purple. He was wearing a tan leather jerkin and a soiled check shirt with his belly hanging out. The front of his baggy green corduroy trousers was dark with urine.
‘We’ll let you go, boy, as soon as we’re sure that you’re well on your way.’
‘Okay, okay. My truck’s over there, see, next to them rubbish bins.’
‘If you think we’re going to let you drive you must be Fecky the Ninth. Off you go. It’s only a couple of kilometres down to your halting site. If you don’t fall into too many ditches you should be able to get there before it starts pouring.’
Between them, Garda Phelan and Garda O’Connor managed to heave the traveller across the car park like a sackful of rotten potatoes. Once they had reached the pavement they released their grip on his arms and he stood in front of them for a few moments, swaying.
‘Curse a God on you altogether, both of you,’ he slurred, and let out a ripping two-tone burp. ‘My cat’s curse on you, too. I hope the Devil uses your spines for a ladder.’
About The Author
Graham Masterton trained as a newspaper reporter before beginning a career as an author. After twenty-five years writing horror and thrillers, Graham turned his talent
to crime writing. The first book in the Katie Maguire series, White Bones, was published by Head of Zeus in 2012 and became a top-ten bestseller. The series was inspired by Graham’s five-year stay in County Cork.