Gallows Lane (Inspector Devlin Series #2) [NOOK Book]

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The heart-stopping follow-up to Brian McGilloway’s thrilling debut, Gallows Lane continues the compelling series that captures modern Ireland and showcases a striking new voice in crime writing.

In his critically acclaimed debut, Borderlands, Brian McGilloway opened a window onto modern Ireland through the eyes of Garda Inspector Benedict Devlin, drawing comparisons to John...

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Overview


The heart-stopping follow-up to Brian McGilloway’s thrilling debut, Gallows Lane continues the compelling series that captures modern Ireland and showcases a striking new voice in crime writing.

In his critically acclaimed debut, Borderlands, Brian McGilloway opened a window onto modern Ireland through the eyes of Garda Inspector Benedict Devlin, drawing comparisons to John Connolly and Ian Rankin for his tight, fast-paced plotting.

In Gallows Lane, the Donegal summer dawns unusually hot, and Inspector Devlin returns to the borderlands separating the North and South of Ireland, waiting for a notorious ex-con, James Kerr, to return home on early release. Kerr claims to have found God while in prison, but the superintendant of police wants him to stay on the other side of the border.

When a young woman is found beaten to death on a building site in what appears to be a sexually-motivated killing, Devlin is distracted from his assignment of keeping tabs on Kerr. Enquiries into the murder soon point to a local bodybuilder and steroid addict. But days later, the born-again ex-con Kerr is found nailed to a tree—crucified.

Increasingly torn between his young family and his job, Devlin is determined to apprehend those responsible for the murders before they strike again, even as the carnage begins to jeopardize those he cares about most.

Taking its title from the name of the road down which condemned Donegal criminals were once led, Gallows Lane is a sharp, modern thriller; a stunning second installment in what John Connolly says is “set to become one of the great series in modern crime fiction."



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Publishers Weekly
Old guilt and new sins create a tangled puzzle in McGilloway's outstanding second Inspector Devlin mystery (after 2008's Borderlands). When Garda Insp. Benedict Devlin discovers the crucified body of James Kerr, an ex-con who claimed he'd returned home to forgive the gang members who betrayed him after a robbery, Devlin sets out to solve that slaying as well as the original robbery, which have links to drug thefts, brutal attempted rapes and additional murders. Devlin, who also has to cope with backstabbing fellow policemen and can't help getting personally involved in his cases, suffers from attacks of panic and conscience that push him to work harder, even when his wife and boss suggest he ease off. This quietly compelling procedural contains much buried passion, especially in the never acknowledged mutual attraction between Devlin and his female partner. Readers will be gripped as they watch this driven Irish detective seek his place in the moral landscape. (Sept.)
Library Journal
A series of murders in the borderlands between Ireland and Northern Ireland has Inspector Benedict Devlin collaborating with his Northern counterpart. The case turns ugly when Special Branch shows an interest in the investigation. Devlin, who is applying for promotion, finds that his rival for the new job fights dirty, and problems at home almost overwhelm his usual even temperament. VERDICT In this follow-up to his acclaimed debut, Borderlands, McGilloway illustrates the pressures on police officers of rank and the current uneasy truce between Irish factions. Refreshing in its outlook, this procedural showcases a rising star in full command of his craft. Strongly recommended, especially for readers of Ian Rankin's Inspector Rebus mysteries. [Library marketing.]
Kirkus Reviews
Disquiet along the Irish border. Shortly before he retires, Supt. Costello DI instructs Benedict Devlin to meet James Kerr as he leaves Maghaberry Prison and warn him away from resettling in Lifford. Kerr, who's been in trouble with the Gardai most of his life, insists that he's changed; he only wants to talk to Peter Webb and forgive him. But Webb is killed soon after Kerr is spotted near his house, a matter extremely distressing to Webb's wife, who at the time was entertaining her lover Decko O'Kane, ex-con, drug dealer and used-car salesman. Was Webb one of the gang who let Kerr take the fall for the Castlederg robbery? That question is tabled when someone crucifies Kerr and leaves him to die in an orchard. Another member of the robbery gang? When Decko is killed, Devlin must juggle these three deaths with the theft of a breast-cancer drug from a local pharmacy; the attack on two young female clubbers; the appearance of a Brit from Special Branch interested in a cache of guns that bespoke Webb's status as an informer during the Troubles; and an attempt on Devlin's life that lands his partner in the hospital. It takes one bit of videotape to nail one miscreant and another to hobble the mastermind behind him, while the Gardai must discharge one of its own for misbehavior. Devlin (Borderlands, 2008), best of fathers and least politic of coppers, is a helluva hero elbowing his way through a gritty plot.
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Praise for Gallows Lane

"McGilloway is a major force in crime writing, and Inspector Ben Devlin is that rare creature: a detective who is not violent or tortured, but who is intensely, movingly human, and it is his humanity and decency that grip the reader and give these novels a searing honesty. The Devlin books are set to become one of the great series in modern crime fiction.” —John Connolly, author of The Unquiet

“This outstanding follow-up to McGilloway’s spectacular debut (Borderlands, 2008) confirms the Irish writer’s place on the A-list of European procedural authors….This fast-paced novel effectively portrays life along the border of Northern Ireland and the Republic of Ireland. The mystery element itself is satisfyingly complex, and McGilloway peoples the story with realistic and fully fleshed characters.” –Booklist (starred review)

“Old guilt and new sins create a tangled puzzle in McGilloway's outstanding second Inspector Devlin mystery. Readers will be gripped as they watch this driven Irish detective seek his place in the moral landscape.” –Publishers Weekly (starred review)

“Refreshing in its outlook, this procedural showcases a rising star in full command of his craft. Strongly recommended, especially for readers of Ian Rankin's Inspector Rebus mysteries.” –Library Journal

“McGilloway has created a truly human and original police officer, flawed, maverick, and vulnerable, and a clever web of intrigue that deepens—and darkens—as it twists.” —Peter James, bestselling author of Dead Man’s Footsteps

“Devlin, best of fathers and least politic of coppers, is a helluva hero elbowing his way through a gritty plot.” –Kirkus Reviews

“Brian McGilloway's Borderlands was one of last year's most impressive debuts. Does Gallows Lane pass the feared 'second novel' test? Easily.” –The Times (UK)

“McGilloway, with his lovingly rendered landscapes and all-to-fallible detective, continues to investigate invisible demarcations of power, ancient lines of conflict and the shadowlands of the human psyche.” –Guardian (UK)

“McGilloway's second Devlin mystery gathers pace and tension. Planted evidence, death threats and a bruising rivalry for promotion bring on panic attacks in Devlin as he struggles to bring his flawed police work to a just conclusion.” –Financial Times (UK)

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781429931304
  • Publisher: St. Martin's Press
  • Publication date: 9/29/2009
  • Series: Inspector Devlin Mystery , #2
  • Sold by: Macmillan
  • Format: eBook
  • Edition description: First Edition
  • Edition number: 1
  • Pages: 336
  • Sales rank: 7,107
  • File size: 243 KB

Meet the Author


BRIAN MCGALLOWAY teaches at St. Columb’s College, County Derry, Ireland. This is his second novel in the Inspector Devlin series.
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  Chapter OneSunday, 28 MayJames Kerr returned to Lifford on a blustery morning in May, shuffling under the heavy clouds that scudded across the sky towards the North. The air had thickened all week, building to an overnight thunderstorm, the tail-end of which now spread itself across the Donegal border into Tyrone.As Kerr passed the border service station from Strabane, he struggled to control the multicoloured golfing umbrella he carried, which the wind had snapped inside out, cracking the thin metal spokes like a bird’s broken wings.A carload of teenagers from the North sped past him, steering deliberately through the widening puddle at the roadside at just the right moment for the spray to hit Kerr, instantly darkening his trousers, the water in the car’s wake misting in an iridescent arc. Perhaps the thudding of the wind popping the material of the umbrella drowned out the sound of laughter from the speeding car, but it could not disguise the hand gestures the occupants made from the rear window. They must have seen me then, sitting at the border in a Garda car, for they slowed down and fumbled to put on their seat belts. I radioed for someone to keep an eye out for them, then lit a cigarette and waited for Kerr to reach my car.I had never met Kerr before, though I recognized him from the mug shot I had been given by my superintendent, Olly ‘Elvis’ Costello. The photograph had been taken a decade earlier, when Kerr was really just a boy. His hair had been thick and curly, the fringe hanging over his eyes, resting on the frame of the penny glasses he had worn. He had attempted a sneer for the camera, but it was clear from his eyes that he was terrified. His face was puffy with lack of sleep, his pupils were wide, the whites yellowed – with exhaustion, presumably. His skin was clear, without a hint of the stubble or beard growth one associates with arrest photographs.I turned my attention from the picture, which I had tucked inside the sun visor, to the man himself drawing alongside my car. Since the picture had been taken he had lost weight. His hair had been shaved tightly, revealing an oddly shaped skull. He still wore glasses though they were dappled with rain and I could see him squinting past them towards the car. I rolled down the window as he drew abreast.‘James Kerr?’ He nodded, but did not speak. ‘Welcome home. Can I give you a ride someplace?’‘No, thank you,’ he said, as his umbrella thudded inside out once again.‘Get in the car, James,’ I said, starting the engine.He paused, as if considering the offer, glancing up and down the road. Finally, he opened the back door of the car and flung his blue canvas bag on to the seat. He straightened out his umbrella and laid it on the floor as if not to wet the upholstery, then he closed the door and got into the front passenger seat.‘I’d rather not sit in the back of a police car again for a while,’ he explained, removing his glasses which had begun to steam up.‘Whatever you like, James. My name’s DI Devlin. I don’t believe we’ve met.’ I extended my hand to shake his but he had begun to wipe the rain off his face. He ran a hand over his scalp as if to slick back his hair, then he flicked the gathered moisture onto the floor of the car. Smiling apologetically, he wiped his hand on his trouser leg and shook mine, weakly.As he was sitting up front, I could smell the dirt of his unwashed clothes and the staleness of his breath. His jeans had been pale blue at one stage but were badly stained now and darkened where the rain and puddle water had soaked them. He wore a yellow skinny-rib T-shirt under a grey woollen cardigan. I could tell from the smell that he hadn’t been drinking at least, which was unusual for a man who had just been released from prison. But then, James Kerr was an unusual character.


Kerr had been involved with the local Gardai most of his life. When he hit adolescence he was fairly regularly lifted for some petty disturbance: stealing sweets, then cigarettes; breaking windows; letting down tyres. Anything to get himself noticed, I suppose. He had a reputation for mouthing off when questioned and, on one occasion, he spat in the face of an officer called to a local shop where he had been caught trying to steal a woman’s weekly magazine, of all things.The situation reached a low for James when he took a shine to a neighbour’s seventeen-year-old daughter, Mary Gallagher. Their blossoming relationship seemed to keep James on the straight and narrow right up until the day, just a week shy of his sixteenth birthday, when he discovered that Mary was his half-sister, the product of one of his father’s clandestine affairs. Things became further complicated when it transpired that Mary was pregnant with James’s child and, in the manner of parochial Irish towns countrywide, the girl was sent to live with an aunt in England and James became the wandering protagonist in his own personal Greek tragedy.Kerr’s mother, having broken free from her husband, then started an affair with a teacher from Strabane, whose son was at school with James. James graduated from stealing sweets to sniffing glue and joyriding cars along the back roads between the North and South. Eventually he wrapped one of his stolen cars around an oak tree on the back road to Clady and broke his wrist. He was banned from driving for ten years and, had he possessed a licence, it would have been revoked. He should have been fined but, as his barrister argued impecuniosity, James was given community service instead and had to tend the flower beds around Lifford for three months.Finally, Kerr had been more seriously injured fleeing the scene of an armed robbery just over the border and had been arrested by the RUC, the law in the North before the Police Service of Northern Ireland was established. He had served almost eight years of a twelve-year sentence before allegedly finding God and, the Friday previous to my meeting him, had been freed early for good behaviour.All of this Superintendent Costello had explained to me that Sunday morning in his office. Costello had received word from the PSNI that Kerr had been released from Maghaberry Prison. Since then, Costello had posted someone on the border waiting for Kerr to appear – which he finally did.‘I don’t want Kerr coming back here, making trouble, Benedict. If he arrives, convince him to stay back on the Northern side of the border, eh?’‘What’s he done?’ I asked.‘Found Jesus apparently; that’s why they let the wee shite out.’‘Maybe he has,’ I suggested.‘What?’‘Found Jesus.’‘I doubt it,’ Costello said. ‘If Jesus knew Kerr was looking for Him, He would’ve hid. Kerr’s bad news, Benedict.’And then he’d explained the background of the case to me. Protesting his innocence throughout his trial and subsequent incarceration, Kerr told his parole board that the first thing he would do upon release was to atone for his past sins, through reconciliation, as the Bible had taught him.Listening to Costello describe it, I could understand why he didn’t want him on our side of the border. Chances were he was lying, which made him the kind of trouble we just didn’t need.


‘So, do all ex-cons get this reception, Inspector, or is it just for me?’ Kerr said, holding his purpled hands in front of the hotair blower, which I assumed to be a request for heat. I obliged, while pressing the in-car cigarette lighter.‘Isn’t that illegal here, or something?’ Kerr asked, gesturing towards my cigarette.‘Yep,’ I said. In fact, in the Republic it’s almost impossible to smoke anywhere. For some time now it has been illegal to smoke in a place of employment. If you want a cigarette after dinner in a restaurant you have to go out and stand on the street, usually with the chef who prepared your meal. A Garda car is considered a place of work, but then who was going to arrest me? I lit up and blew the smoke out of the window, away from my passenger.‘I see you’re travelling light. Just home for a visit, Mr Kerr?’ I asked.‘Is that a question or a suggestion?’‘Just making conversation, actually,’ I said, my hands raised in mock surrender. ‘Have you any family left in Lifford?’Kerr smirked. ‘I’m guessing that you know I haven’t. Is there any particular reason for the welcoming committee?’‘We’re just concerned, James – for your safety and for others’. ’‘I’m not going to hurt anyone. I need to see somebody.’‘Anyone in particular?’‘Yes,’ he replied, then turned down the heat and put his hands in his cardigan pockets. ‘Are we going anywhere in particular, or are we just going to sit here?’‘Where can I leave you, Mr Kerr?’ I asked, starting the car.‘There’s a B&B out at Porthall.’‘I know it.’‘That would be great.’While we drove we spoke about a number of things to do with the area. Kerr commented on how much had changed since he had left and expressed distaste at the design of some of the newer buildings.When we arrived at the B&B, he reached back for his bag and umbrella, then turned to face me.‘Don’t worry about me, Inspector. I won’t cause any trouble. I need to get something off my chest, something my reverend says I need to do. Then I’ll be out of here. No one needs to fear me any more.’‘Does this something involve either robbery or revenge?’ I asked.‘Neither. I’m not going to hurt anyone, Inspector. I promise you.’‘I’ll have to take your word for it,’ I said. ‘Please don’t make me regret it.’‘Thanks for the lift. God bless you.’ With that, he got out, slammed the door and pushed through the wind up the driveway of the B&B where, he had told me, he was booked for the week.As I cleared my stuff out of the car later, and tried to air out the smell of smoke, I found a religious tract which Kerr had left in the compartment on the passenger side door, entitled ‘Turn from Sin and Trust in Me’. Stamped on the back was the name and address of a Reverend Charles Bardwell from Coleraine. I almost crumpled the sheet up, then reconsidered and left it where it was, lest its message should be of some interest to the car’s next occupant.


That evening, Debbie took the children to see her parents and I was left behind to wash Frank, our one-eared basset hound.I had just finished towelling Frank dry when Costello phoned. Ostensibly he was checking how things had gone with Kerr.‘Did he say what he wants here?’‘I get the impression he’s looking for some kind of catharsis, you know. I’m not wholly sure, to be honest.’‘Bullshit, Benedict. I’ve known Kerr since he was a wee’un. His father came to us once complaining that someone was breaking the windows in his glasshouse. Went on for months, a pane of glass every night or two. Turned out it was Kerr himself, ticked off at his old man for not buying him some toy or other. He was nine then. Take my word for it, he’s bad news. Keep an eye on him.’‘Yes, sir, I will,’ I said.‘Just best we keep an eye, Benedict.’ I could hear his stubbled chin rasp across the receiver, his breath fuzzing on the line. ‘How’s the family?’‘Fine, sir.’‘Good, good to hear. Very good.’He seemed to be forcing good humour but I could sense from the vagueness of his questions and comments that he had something deeper troubling him.‘Is everything all right, sir?’‘Fine, Benedict.’ He paused and something hung between us like the static before a lightning storm.Finally he continued. ‘I … I handed in my notice today, Benedict.’While we had all suspected that Costello would retire in the near future, most of us believed he’d see it through to his sixtieth next year.‘Jesus, sir. I’m sorry to hear that,’ I said, assuming from his tone of voice that ‘Congratulations’ was not appropriate.‘Effective from the end of June,’ he said, as if I had not spoken.‘Why?’ I asked. ‘I mean, why so soon, sir? Wouldn’t you hold on for another year?’‘My heart’s not in it any more, Benedict,’ he said. ‘Not since the business with Emily.’Costello’s wife had been murdered a few years ago during a spate of killings linked with the disappearance in the 1970s of a prostitute with whom Costello had been having an affair. ‘I understand, sir,’ I said.‘I’ve told the kids, you know. They think it’s for the best.’‘Any plans, sir? Taking up fishing, maybe?’ I attempted levity, but without reciprocation.‘They’re compiling the promotions list for a few new Supers for the region, I believe,’ he said. ‘In fact, they’ll be interviewing by the middle of next month, so …’I had an inkling where this was going. ‘So?’‘Make sure your cap’s in the ring, Benedict,’ he said.‘I hadn’t really thought about it, sir,’ I said, almost truthfully.‘Well, think about it now,’ he replied sternly.‘Yes, sir,’ I said. ‘Thank you – I will.’Although he did not speak, I could sense a change in his tone; his breathing lightened a little. Finally he said, ‘I wanted to go out on top. I wanted to go out with a success, you know?’‘Okay, sir,’ I said.‘Mmm,’ he murmured, as if reflecting on an unspoken thought. Then he said, ‘See you tomorrow, Benedict,’ and the line went dead.GALLOWS LANE. Copyright © 2008 by Brian McGilloway. All rights reserved. For information, address St. Martin’s Press, 175 Fifth Avenue, New York, N.Y 10010.



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  • Posted August 25, 2009

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    This Irish police procedural is very good

    Superintendent Costello directs Garda Detective Inspector Benedict Devlin to warn convict James Kerr as he leaves Maghaberry Prison to not settle in Lifford. Kerr refuses to speak with Devlin insisting he only is coming to town to forgive his former partner Peter Webb, who with others betrayed him during the Castlederg robbery that sent James to prison.

    Soon afterward, someone kills Webb whose wife was with her lover Decko O'Kane at the time of the homicide. Kerr was allegedly seen nearby, but Devlin thinks the case is too obvious. He is proven right when Kerri is crucified followed by the murder of Decko. Devlin believes the robbery is the link between the deaths; if he can solve that he can solve the serial killing of those who were involved. The DI has other cases to work too that prove pressure laden to resolve.

    Inspector Devlin in his second whodunit (see BORDERLANDS) makes this Irish police procedural so good even when he struggles with anxiety and panic attacks while his spouse and his long time partner Carline Williams beg him to back away from this case that is mentally crippling him. However, the DI cannot; instead he feels compelled to work even harder at this and other cases. Readers will feel root for the hero as he tries to keep his ethical compass steady in spite of the trouble he faces doing it.

    Harriet Klausner

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