Set half in Glasgow and half in Belfast, with a likeable crusading journalist as its hero, this will appeal to those who like their thrillers intelligent and fast paced. Even though I wish the plot wasn't quite so credible - especially the last twist – I thoroughly recommend it!
The violence thrilled us. All the northern carnage. Bombs and executions just out of earshot. Army choppers shot down over hills that looked like Ayrshire. We were close to this slaughter. We understood it. More at least than the English did. People were fighting and dying in the names of those acronyms that littered our walls too. It was our war too. Only it couldn't touch us. London, Birmingham, Manchester, Warrington: the war came home to England but it never came to us .... The Provos had a policy: don't touch Scotland