Slaughter's Hound

"e;I glanced up but he'd already jumped, a dark blur plummeting, wings folded against the drag like some starving hawk out of the noon sun, some angel betrayed. He punched through the cab's roof so hard he sent metal shearing into the petrol tank. All it took was one spark. Boom . . ."e;Harry Rigby is right there, an eye-witness when Finn Hamilton walks out into the big nothing nine stories up, but no one wants to believe Finn is just the latest statistic in Ireland's silent epidemic. Not Finn's mother, Saoirse Hamilton, whose property empire is crumbling around her; and not Finn's pregnant fiance, Maria, or his sister Grainne; and especially not Detective Tohill, the cop who believes Rigby is a stone-cold killer, a slaughter's hound with a taste for blood . . . Welcome to Harry Rigby's Sligo, where death comes dropping slow. Studded with shards of black humour and mordant wit, Slaughter's Hound is a gripping noir from one of the most innovative voices in Irish crime fiction.