Chapters (69)
- Cover
- Title Page
- Dedication
- Epigraph
- The First Crossing
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-One
- Chapter Twenty-Two
- Chapter Twenty-Three
- Cross Country
- Chapter Twenty-Four
- Chapter Twenty-Five
- Chapter Twenty-Six
- Chapter Twenty-Seven
- Chapter Twenty-Eight
- Chapter Twenty-Nine
- Chapter Thirty
- Chapter Thirty-One
- Chapter Thirty-Two
- Chapter Thirty-Three
- Chapter Thirty-Four
- Chapter Thirty-Five
- Chapter Thirty-Six
- Chapter Thirty-Seven
- Chapter Thirty-Eight
- The Woods
- Chapter Thirty-Nine
- Chapter Forty
- Chapter Forty-One
- Chapter Forty-Two
- Chapter Forty-Three
- Chapter Forty-Four
- Chapter Forty-Five
- Chapter Forty-Six
- Chapter Forty-Seven
- Chapter Forty-Eight
- Chapter Forty-Nine
- Chapter Fifty
- Chapter Fifty-One
- Chapter Fifty-Two
- Chapter Fifty-Three
- Chapter Fifty-Four
- Chapter Fifty-Five
- Chapter Fifty-Six
- The Last Crossing
- Chapter Fifty-Seven
- Chapter Fifty-Eight
- Chapter Fifty-Nine
- Acknowledgements
- Copyright
‘Are you OK, sir?’ she asked, leaning over and touching his shoulder.
Tony smiled as he felt the ferry move further out. He knew he should be afraid, this far from shore, but the crossing was warm and gentle and brought with it, not silence and darkness, but the sweet taste of flasked tea, the smell of Karen’s perfume, the sound of Ann’s laugh, the tenderness of Alice’s hand on his shoulder, and the sight, not of Martin Kelly as he’d feared, but of his father and mother and Danny, and Ann and his son, all somehow together at the table with him.
Joining him on this last crossing.
‘Sir?’ the girl repeated.
Beside her, the child called to his mother.
Acknowledgements
Acknowledgements
I owe a huge debt of gratitude to many people who helped me bring this book to fruition. Since I first wrote Borderlands, in 2003, I’ve been incredibly fortunate to have been supported by two Davids. Dave Torrans has always been such a champion of my writing and this book simply would not have been finished without his advice and encouragement; likewise, Dave Headley has been such an advocate for my work from day one and continues to be a source of huge encouragement and guidance now as my agent. I’m very grateful to them both.
The book also benefited from the insight and encouragement of Adrian McKinty, Steve Cavanagh, Ann Cleeves, Claire Allan and Gerard Brennan. I’m grateful to them, and to so many other members of the crime-writing community for their friendship and collegial support.
I’m immensely grateful to the team at The Dome Press – in particular, my editor Rebecca Lloyd – for taking a chance on The Last Crossing.
Thanks also to my many teaching colleagues and students who have been so supportive of my writing over the past decade or more. Special thanks to the members of The Magic Conch for their insights: Jamie, Niamh, Franki, Maya, Michelle, Shonagh, Megan, Tara, Sara, Alannah, and Saoirse.
Thanks to Emily Hickman for her continued support and good advice and to Jenny Hewson, Emma Warnock, Susan McGilloway and Patricia Devine for their help with various aspects of this book.
Special thanks to the McGilloways, Dohertys, O’Neills and Kerlins for their support, and most especially Carmel, Joe, Dermot and my mum, Katrina.
My continued love and thanks to Tanya, Ben, Tom, David and Lucy who bring me more joy than I can ever fully express.
Finally, this book is dedicated to the memory of my father, Laurence, the finest, the kindest and the gentlest man I have ever known.
Copyright
Published by The Dome Press, 2020
Copyright © Brian McGilloway 2020
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