Corruption, Collusion, Conspiracy leads to one man's downfall. Fear, Hope, Despair take you from New York to Las Vegas in this fast, tense, tale. Revenge drives you to Asuncion, Paraguay.
Jim Sharkey, a failed banker, is both the hunter and the hunted. Left to die in the Mojave desert he survives and seeks revenge. The flow of money through the global banking system was once his life-blood. Now it threatens to be his poison. London, Zurich, and the Isle of Man set the stage for the adrenalin-fueled climax.
Pat Mullan is a thriller writer and poet. He was born in Ireland and has lived in England, Canada and the USA. He now lives in Connemara, in the west of Ireland.
Formerly a banker, he is a graduate of Northwestern University's Kellogg School.
He has published articles, poetry and short stories in magazines such as Buffalo Spree and Tales of the Talisman. His poetry appears frequently in the Acorn E-zine of the Dublin Writers Workshop. Other short work can be found on the new AMAZON KINDLE.
Recent work has appeared in the anthology, DUBLIN NOIR, published in the USA by Akashic Books and in Ireland and the UK by Brandon Books. Recent short work was chosen by Oxygen Books for inclusion in 'city-pick DUBLIN', published this year (2010) to coincide with Dublin being chosen as UNESCO's European City of Culture.
He received two nominations: one for Best First Novel and one for Best Suspense Thriller at the 2005 Love Is Murder conference in Chicago. His novel, BLOOD RED SQUARE, was published in the US in 2005.
World Rights to his novels, LAST DAYS OF THE TIGER and CREATURES OF HABIT are available from his agent, Svetlana Pironko.
He has also entered the Digital Age with his anthology, GALWAY NOIR, available now on iPULP FICTION ( wwww.ipulpfiction.com ).
He is presently at work on a new novel.
He has also published the following on Amazon's new KINDLE reader:
JAMES DICKEY'S POETRY: The Religious Dimension
ELEVEN DAYS IN JULY: A Family Ordeal
He is a member of INTERNATIONAL THRILLER WRITERS and MYSTERY WRITERS OF AMERICA.
Jim Sharkey is the hero I didn't know I needed. There's something deeply moving about a man who has lost everything, his career, his family, his self-respect, and then claws his way back from the Mojave Desert with nothing but anger and old Special Forces instinct. Sharkey's resurrection is the heart of this story and it never feels cheap.
The Pilkenroth twins are nightmare fuel. Harvey and Hubert Pilkenroth are among the most chilling antagonists I've come across in this genre. They drink Chateau Lafite Rothschild from crystal glasses and waterboard a man to death in the same afternoon, and somehow find both activities equally satisfying. Genuinely unsettling.
The scene in the desert haunted me for days. Waking up alone in the Mojave sun with cracked lips, no water, and the slow realization that someone left you there to die, Mullan writes that sequence so viscerally you can feel the heat coming off the page. Brilliant, terrifying, unforgettable writing.
A con within a con within a con. The layers of deception in this novel are astonishing. Roger Coleman is not who he says. Jack Miller is not who he says. Even the Himmler-Ramos fortune has a dark origin shrouded in Nazi gold. Mullan threads all of it together with remarkable control.
Pat Mullan understands the banking world cold. The way Sharkey exploits his dormant supervisor password to redirect millions through MetroBank's IMT system reads like an insider account, it's technical enough to be thrilling but never dense enough to lose you. This author clearly did his homework.