The wonderful thing about being a dedicated reader is that it doesn't seem to matter how many books you read these days there is always a pile / list longer than your arm of ones you want to read. Adrian McKinty's books have been in that list for just a tad too long, so I'm rectifying the lapse on my part toots sweet. The Bloomsday Dead will get me started, but there are 3 others of his lurking around here - Dead I Well May Be, Hidden River and The Dead Yard.
From the Blurb:
Michael Forsythe might be, as one of his assailants puts it 'un-f**king-killable', but that doesn't seem to deter people from trying. He's livingi n Peru, reasonably well-hidden by the FBI's Witness Protection Program, but Bridget Callaghan, whose fiance he murdered twelve years ago, has an enduring wish to see him dead.
Opening Lines:
State LY Plum P.Buck Mulligan. Hector handed me this message on the cliffs of Miraflores.