Border Angels (Inspector Celcius Daly)
A charred corpse and a set of footprints in the snow lead Celcius Daly into the twilight world of people trafficking.
Inspector Celcius Daly is hunting for a missing woman who disappeared one winter's night along the Irish border, leaving in her wake the corpses of two men.
Soon Daly is involved in a life-or-death chase, leading him deep into border country: a wild terrain of disappearing lanes and blown-up bridges, abandoned ghost-estates and thick forests – the ultimate refuge for anyone who does not want to be found.
“You’re enjoying life here?” “I suppose you could say so. I didn’t used to, but I’ve changed.” “A better life than in Ireland then?” “Yes, of course.” “At least the Ireland you remember.” “I know no other.” “You can’t imagine how much it has changed, for the better. Have you thought of returning?” “What’s your point? I’m content here. This place brings me as close to a sense of peace as I ever dared imagine. The only problem is money. Or the lack of it.” “Bound to be worse now with the
investigator with the Fraud Squad, said to Daly. He had brought the detective to the outskirts of Gortin village, which, in the evening light, looked empty of life, rubble spilling from dilapidated houses, the winding main street empty for as far as the eye could see. It reminded Daly of a village undergoing a security alert. He half expected to see a bomb disposal squad taking cover behind a crumbling wall. Bennett had brought him here to tell the tale of Gortin’s demise and how several fortunes
haven’t come here to be bombarded by statistics,” interrupted Mooney. “At least the statistics you’ve successfully manipulated for public consumption.” “What do you mean?” “What about missing person cases? From what I can gather, your detection rate there is as bad as South America’s in the seventies.” There were chortles from the other Republican politicians. “All missing person cases are taken very seriously,” said Boyd. “What if the missing person is a foreign national?” “I presume
you’re talking about Lena Novak,” he replied. “Cases like hers are statistically very unusual. However, the coverage given to them by the media make them very important ones in the public’s perception. Inspector Daly has been assigned this particular investigation, along with his Special Branch colleague, Detective Derek Irwin.” Daly spoke up. “I can assure you we have been delving deep into this case, and that we are extremely anxious for this woman’s safety.” However, Mooney had a point to
gift.” “What are you talking about?” “Something that truly belongs to you.” “What’s that?” “Your fear.” She threw the length of rope at him. “I want you to tie yourself up.” Without hesitating, he bound his hands together and secured them to the bed rail with his teeth. The game totally absorbed him, his growing arousal distracting him from any sense of danger. He felt a vitality course through his veins that he had not experienced in months. She kneeled in front of him and secured his feet