Dean, dangerous and good-looking sells insurance in rural Ireland. While driving to clients he always listens to the news on the hour. One horrific murder of two young girls makes his blood boil and swears if he could get his hands on the murderer he would never look at another young girl in his life. Finally he snaps and does something about it.
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Dean, Mark and Jeremy with incredible investigating and impersonating skills track down some very bad people and lock them up in the intact library of a crumbling old manor house deep in the heart of rural Ireland that hasn't seen a human in 25 years. Confessing on camera the 1st CD is sent to a television station that airs it on the 11o'clock news. The trapped man and his confession catches the interest of the viewing public, at the end of the broadcast Dean hints there is more to come. The story becomes a media frenzy and each criminal makes Dean's secret room harder and harder to keep secret. The climax is unexpected and unbelievably satisfying.
7:37 a Pakistani lad pulled up to a pharmacy one block north of the Salmon Arms Hotel in Clonakilty. Sam Rafferty and Finbar Murphy were turning the corner as Mark was stepping out of the van. Finbar said to Sam, “Pull over Finbar, just for a minute.” The car they were in was as inconspicuous as a police car could be. It was a three- year- old Mondeo and through the streaks on the windscreen, and through its blades slapping, their police instincts and gut feelings saw through the pouring rain something unusual. As soon as the Pakistani lad got out of the van, a woman in her late 30s opened the door and settled in the back seat. She seemed nervous and before the door closed, the two officers saw her looking front and back before quickly closing the door. Nothing happened for a few minutes, and at 7:50 on their watches a couple opened the door and after closing their umbrella took the middle seat. Detectives Rafferty and Murphy were getting more and more excited as they felt something was going down and they were sure it had to do with Aaron and the Room. They weren’t going to tell Jack yet as it could be a false alarm, better to follow and see what happens. Because of the rain they were quite secure, and the Mondeo was parked in such a way the passengers of the van couldn’t see them without looking back and around a corner. They were looking at the van through a corner clothing store that was closed for the night. The windows of the store were in the front and side, so it was possible for the detectives to watch what was going on in front of the pharmacy in almost total obscurity.
At 8:05 the door of the van opened again and another couple took the front seat. The door closed again and the detectives, by now almost holding their breaths, waited for what they were sure would be the driver. As the van was taking on its passengers and the detectives were watching and waiting, a drenched figure was attaching a cable from a light post, a very secure light post imbedded in concrete, to the back axle of a three year old Mondeo with two detectives watching a white van. Mark was working diligently and with as much quiet as he could possible exercise. The cable was long enough to give the car enough room to get a decent speed. Finbar at one point turned from Sam and said, “Did you feel anything? I thought I did.” They both got out at the same time and carefully looked around. Mark holding his breath stopped and prayed they wouldn’t come around the back. From the warmth of the car the detectives didn’t stay outside very long in the pouring rain, and shrugging their shoulders got back in the car. The Pakistani lad the two detectives had seen get out of the car at 8:15 stepped off the curb, opened the door of the van, stepped inside, and turned the key. Revving the motor, Mark pulled the van into gear and sped away.
“Go, go, Finbar, for Christ’s sake don’t lose him.” Slamming the car into gear and slamming the accelerator to the floor the powerful car leapt ahead. Just as Sam had his radio in hand to alert Jack, the cable reached its limit. Sam’s nose crushed the dash as the top of his head slammed the windshield knocking him out, with Finbar’s nose hitting the steering wheel and the top of his head also banging into the windshield. The back of the car jumped about ten feet in the air then crashed down onto the wet pavement. The momentum that had built in the short time, sent the vehicle with its unconscious riders sliding and slithering down the, by now, busy streets. The sparks flying from the metal and the incredible noise of the pilot-less and rear wheel-less automobile had brought every man, woman and child out of the stores and apartments for a block in every direction. The back wheels on its axle took a good five minutes to stop its mad bouncing, glancing off doors and windows in each direction as it fought to release itself from its tether. When everything had died down, Mark and his passengers were leaving the town and making the turn to Dunmanway off the main road from Clonakilty to Skibbereen. Mark had watched the wild dance of the Mondeo in his rear view mirrors until the Corolla filled his mirrors instead.
Jeremy’s smiling face showed through the windshield and Mark could see the big man had enjoyed the spectacle. Passing the van, Mark saw the thumbs up from his friend and knew that they were clear. Jeremy had been parked opposite the pharmacy and had watched the van from the second Liz had entered, until he had phoned Mark to tell him where and who had stumbled on him. Detectives Rafferty and Murphy would be out of the game for a while.
It had been a fluke the two police officers had spotted Mark, and the van was now just an anonymous vehicle taking its occupants to their destination, its headlights fighting for vision through the downpour.