Death of an Irish Sea Wolf

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In a remote community off the west coast of Ireland, residents inclined to gossip speculate why reclusive Clement Ford, the "Sea Wolf," has become such a generous benefactor to his neighbors. then one night, a mysterious figure from Ford's past arrives on the island, and by morning three people are murdered and Ford has disappeared. In the wake of the tragedy, Chief Superintendent Peter McGarr, and his intuitive wife, Noreen, along with his trusted staff from the Murder Squad, must piece together the deadly ...

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In a remote community off the west coast of Ireland, residents inclined to gossip speculate why reclusive Clement Ford, the "Sea Wolf," has become such a generous benefactor to his neighbors. then one night, a mysterious figure from Ford's past arrives on the island, and by morning three people are murdered and Ford has disappeared. In the wake of the tragedy, Chief Superintendent Peter McGarr, and his intuitive wife, Noreen, along with his trusted staff from the Murder Squad, must piece together the deadly evening's events and answer the questions: Who really is the enigmatic Sea Wolf? And what does he have that is worth killing so many people for?

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Publishers Weekly - Publisher's Weekly
A blistering start provides the latest Peter McGarr mystery with all the atmosphere of an espionage thriller. But then all the characters are sequestered for an interminable mid-narrative wait that drags the plot to a halt and squanders most of the tension. Clement Ford has lived to a ripe old age on a remote Irish island, keeping his past of WWII-era piracy a secret while dispensing funds to the sullen islanders through a secret trust fund that has insured both their silence and their loyalty. Now his worse nightmare has happened. A nemesis from his thieving days has sailed a boat into the local waters. In the space of a few pages, bodies are strewn, more bodies are missing and McGarr, head of the Special Crimes Unit, is called from Dublin to investigate. The man chasing Ford is also older, speaks in a mysterious language and has an evil brood of offspring for helpers. All this comes at the reader at an agreeable clip before hunter and hunted and wounded and dead all but vanish, and McGarr, his wife and daughter, and the rest of the coppers sit and wait. Gill, usually a more than able stylist, isn't able to keep his reader's attention with romantic subplots and stuff about sudden invasions of the beautiful and windswept locale by tourists with the same last name. McGarr and his wife, Noreen, have been a pleasure to encounter before (Death of an Ardent Bibliophile; Death of a Joyce Scholar), but this time Gill forsakes his usual atmospheric style for a gutsy start that runs out of steam in a hurry. (Nov.)
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Chief Superintendent Peter McGarr of Ireland's Special Crimes Unit, and wife Noreen, investigate murder and mayhem on a remote island off the Irish coast. One more skilled procedural.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780380725786
  • Publisher: HarperCollins Publishers
  • Publication date: 10/1/1997
  • Series: Peter McGarr Series, #12
  • Format: Mass Market Paperback
  • Edition description: Reissue
  • Pages: 304
  • Product dimensions: 4.18 (w) x 6.75 (h) x 0.76 (d)

Meet the Author

Bartholomew Gill authored 15 Peter McGarr mysteries, among them The Death of an Irish Lover, The Death of an Irish Tinker, and the Edgar Award nominee The Death of a Joyce Scholar. A graduate of Trinity College, Dublin, Gill wrote as Mark McGarrity for the Star-Ledger. He died in 2002.

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Chapter One

CLEMENT FORD HEARD the phone ring in the hall of the Clare Island cottage that hehad occupied now for over fifty years. He glanced at the clock on the mantel -- 4:15.

"Strange hour of the afternoon to be ringing up," said his wife, Breege, who wassitting in the other wing chair across the hearth from him.

Like a cracked red eye, a mound of peat was glowing in the fireplace, the whitesmoke tracking quickly up the flue. Outside a chill wind that had broughtdrenching rains was whining through the eaves. It was the last gasp of a wild andwet spring, Ford hoped. Apart from the clock, the clicking of Breege's knittingneedles was the only other sound.

"Shall I answer it?"

"No, of course not," said Ford, clenching his pipe between his teeth and graspingthe arms of the chair. "I've always answered the phone round here, and I've nointention of stopping now., I

"Mind your poor knees. Or are they feeling better today?"

Ford glanced at her. Although her hands were moving at a furious pace, herstar-burst blue eyes, which he had always considered the most beautiful he hadever seen, were staring up into the shadows on the other side of the room. Breegehad been blind since birth.

A dark woman with long, finely formed features, she was thin with good shouldersthat had remained square even as she had aged. In fact, with only a touch of grayin her jet black hair, Breege scarcely looked a day over fifty, though she wasnearly as old as Ford himself.

A proper woman in everything, she kept herself, her house, and all she touched shipshape. And he loved her still, as he had from the moment she and her aunt hadpulled him halfdeadfrom the sea all those years ago.

"If you must know, my knees are beyond hope, says the specialist in Dublin. Sothere's no sense discussing the subject further. If I don't use diem, they'llseize up, and then we'll be in the soup right enough." One blind and the other acripple who was now pushing eighty, Ford thought.

In spite of his age, Ford's shoulders and arms were still well muscled andstrong, and he easily pushed himself up from the chair. He had to wait atottering moment, however, before knowing if his legs would bear his weight,which was twenty stone. A massive man by any measure, he had "shrunk" --Breege was won to tell people who asked -- to six feet six inches tall. "I can seehim diminishing by the day," she'd say with a slight smile.

"Well, whoever it is, they know enough to keep ringing," she now observed.

The phone was maintaining its manic, two-ring jingle in the hall.

"Maybe it's one of the children calling." The Fords had no offspring of theirown, nor had they raised any. Yet their mantel was filled with framed photos ofseveral dozen young people in various stages of growth. "We should really get oneof those radio telephones that Mirna rang up on the other day," Breege continued."She bought it in Westport, and she can even carry it up to her pasture and downto the harbor. It's rigged to one of the American satellites. I'm afraid I'llnever understand how it happens, but she sounded like she was sitting where youare, Clem."

It was the last thing they needed, Ford thought -- as he moved stiffly -- another modemdevice that would put him on his duff and keep him there, until the both of themwere ready for some "home." Ford planned to live at least as long as Breege, whoneeded him more than she knew.

How? By staying active. "Chinese exercise," Breege's own maiden aunt had calledit, and Peig O'Malley had died at an even hundred years. "I've had to hack,scratch, and claw for everything I've ever needed," it was her wont to say, "and'tis work that's kept me fit." And would Ford too, if he could just persevere andfight through the pain. Clare Island practices had saved him once before andwould keep him alive now, if he let them.

"Hah-loo. How may I help you?" Ford said, forcing a bit of affability into hisvoice. His accent was decidedly British.

"Clem -- Paul here. I've got another one for you." A distant relation of Breege,like so many others on Clare Island, Paul O'Malley meant another boat. His wasthe highest dwelling on the harbor side of the island and commanded nearly acomplete view of the surrounding sea. As a shut-in, he was known as the "eyes ofClare Island," and he phoned Ford whenever any vessel of size put into theharbor.

For the favor, Ford bought O'Malley the odd pint when the quadriplegic's parentstook him out for an airing. Also, it was believed that Ford had performed severalextraordinary services for the large clan, who had inhabited the island at leastsince the notorious Grace O'Malley of Elizabethan times.

There was the matter of Padraic "Packy" O'Malley's surgery in Dublin, where hewas taken after having caught his hand in the winch of his lobster boat. Aspecialist had to be flown in from London, but miraculously the bill had arrivedat Packy's tiny cottage marked "Paid in Full." When Packy had inquired by whom,he was told a "giant Englishman" with a great white beard, though Ford had deniedeverything. He made mention of his modest lifestyle in the cottage that Breegehad inherited, the three meager fields that he farmed assiduously, and the factthat he did not own even an automobile. Or a boat.

Also a number of O'Malley children had been...

Death of an Irish Sea Wolf. Copyright © by Bartholomew Gill. Reprinted by permission of HarperCollins Publishers, Inc. All rights reserved. Available now wherever books are sold.
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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 7, 2008

    Would make an awesome movie!

    great character development, writing style made me feel i was there watching it all happen.

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    Posted September 15, 2000

    A Dark Tale Full of Mood and Atmosphere

    This is a well-written, engrossing and atmospheric tale that has an underlying vein of sadness running throughout; you just know it can't have a happy ending. Through Bartholomew Gill's excellent descriptions, the reader becomes familiar with Clare Island and its inhabitants. We sympathize and identify with the characters, but, sadly enough, they're each flawed in some way and very human. This was a book unlike any other I've read; I recommend it to anyone in search of a darkly poetic tale of love, greed and vengeance.

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