Death of an Irish Lass
The dead woman is an enigma –– a local lass who emigrated to America some years back, now perched atop a seven–hundred–foot cliff high above the pounding Irish surf . . . with two passports, a pistol, and $27,000 U.S. dollars in her coat pocket. The brutality of May Quirk''s murder –– along with the accompanying death of her unborn child –– haunts Chief Superintendent Peter McGarr of the Special C...
The dead woman is an enigma –– a local lass who emigrated to America some years back, now perched atop a seven–hundred–foot cliff high above the pounding Irish surf . . . with two passports, a pistol, and $27,000 U.S. dollars in her coat pocket. The brutality of May Quirk''s murder –– along with the accompanying death of her unborn child –– haunts Chief Superintendent Peter McGarr of the Special C...
