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Pray for Us Sinners

Pray for Us Sinners

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A British Army bomb-disposal expert goes undercover to try to identify the source of the bombs being used by the Provisional Irish Republican Army in Pray for Us Sinners, a thrilling novel by New York Times bestseller Patrick TaylorIn Belfast in 1973 the Troubles are raging. Two Ulstermen. Two sides. On one, British Army bomb-disposal officer Marcus Richardson; on the other, Davy MacCutcheon, Provisional IRA armourer who has been constructing bombs since his teens. Both men are committed to their causes until events shatter their beliefs, leaving each with a crisis of faith and an overpowering need to get out—but with honour.When he is nearly killed by an exploding car bomb, Marcus welcomes the offer of a transfer to the elite SAS—provided that he first accept an undercover mission to infiltrate the Falls Road ghetto, join the Provisional IRA, identify their upper echelon, and expose their bomb-maker.When Davy’s devices are used for civilian disruption rather than military targets, the bomb-maker begins to question what he’s doing. His work is being used to maim and kill innocent people. His request to be discharged is countered by an order that he go on one last mission. Success will bring Davy redemption and permission to leave Ireland with Fiona Kavanagh, the woman he loves.When the paths of the two men cross, Davy realizes that he can use Marcus’s expertise in plastic explosives. A runaway series of events leaves both men in an abandoned farmhouse in the middle of a plot to kill the British Prime Minster. Can Marcus find a way to thwart the plan and escape with his life?
A British Army bomb-disposal expert goes undercover to try to identify the source of the bombs being used by the Provisional Irish Republican Army in Pray for Us Sinners, a thrilling novel by New York Times bestseller Patrick TaylorIn Belfast in 1973 the Troubles are raging. Two Ulstermen. Two sides. On one, British Army bomb-disposal officer Marcus Richardson; on the other, Davy MacCutcheon, Provisional IRA armourer who has been constructing bombs since his teens. Both men are committed to their causes until events shatter their beliefs, leaving each with a crisis of faith and an overpowering need to get out—but with honour.When he is nearly killed by an exploding car bomb, Marcus welcomes the offer of a transfer to the elite SAS—provided that he first accept an undercover mission to infiltrate the Falls Road ghetto, join the Provisional IRA, identify their upper echelon, and expose their bomb-maker.When Davy’s devices are used for civilian disruption rather than military targets, the bomb-maker begins to question what he’s doing. His work is being used to maim and kill innocent people. His request to be discharged is countered by an order that he go on one last mission. Success will bring Davy redemption and permission to leave Ireland with Fiona Kavanagh, the woman he loves.When the paths of the two men cross, Davy realizes that he can use Marcus’s expertise in plastic explosives. A runaway series of events leaves both men in an abandoned farmhouse in the middle of a plot to kill the British Prime Minster. Can Marcus find a way to thwart the plan and escape with his life?

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SATURDAY, FEBRUARY 2, 1974
“Bugger it.”Lieutenant Richardson raised his head above the top o a low wall.Droplets trickling down his Plexiglas visor distorted his view: narrow,red-brick terrace houses, two boarded up; black stains above the sasheswhere fres had raged aer a riot; a green, white, and gold tricolourhanging limply rom a distant upper-storey window, proclaiming theRepublican sympathies o the neighbourhood. Te deserted neigh-bourhood.Te citizens had been cleared out because, at the ar end o the street,to Richardson’s le, an ordinary-looking blue van was parked.Ordinary-looking, and potentially deadly as a grumbling volcano. Hecould see rust streaks showing through the blue paint. Te bomb-disposal robot, known as the wheelbarrow, stood stolidly beside the van.Te voice o the sergeant ammunition technician came over theheadphones, tinny, distorted. “It’s the wheelbarrow, sir. Sodding thing’sstuck.”“Hang on, Sergeant.” Lieutenant Marcus Richardson, ammunitiontechnical o cer, 321 Explosive Ordnance Disposal Company, RoyalArmy Ordnance Corps, started to sweat despite the chill drizzle thatmisted his helmet’s visor and darkened the abric o his massive EOD“heavy” suit. His chest armour rose in a hollow arc in ront o hismouth and was reinorced by a thicker pad over his lower abdomen andgenitals. Behind, a wide tail hung down below the backs o his knees.He crouched, bulky as the Michelin Man.“What seems to be the trouble, Sergeant?” As Lieutenant Richardson

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