A head found in an Irish bog is the starting point for a story of love and trust which weaves subtly in and out of a plotline encorporating murder, past and present, and madness. Curl up in front of a peat fire with a pint of Guinness and enjoy.
Dropping his gaze to the dead girl's face, he was again overcome by a familiar, unbidden swell of pity as he answered: 'I can't.'
Even as he spoke, however, Cormac felt the warmth and weight of Nora's hand on his own, and suddenly realized that the strongest obligation he felt at this moment was not to the red-haired girl on the table, but to the living person who stood across from him, her eyes filled with fierce intelligence and compassion.
