Quirke stopped in the unlit body room, among the shrouded forms on their trolleys, and watched him through the open doorway. Mal was in Quirke's office, sitting at the desk. When he walked into the morgue long after midnight and saw Malachy Griffin there he felt a shiver along his spine that was to prove prophetic, a tremor of troubles to come. 'synopsis' may belong to another edition of this title.Ĭhapter One It was not the dead that seemed to quirke uncanny but the living. A one sitting-read, an all-night enticement' - Scotsman. 'A gripping, beautifully crafted thriller. His pacing is impeccable' - Marcel Berlins, The Times.

An absorbing plot, beguiling characters and evocative settings. You're in for a treat' - Michael Dibdin, Guardian. His control and pacing cannot be faulted, and the final outcome is almost unbearably moving. This is the first time Quirke has encountered Christine Falls, but the investigation he decides to lead into the way she lived and died uncovers a dark secret at the heart of Dublin's high Catholic network one with the power to shake his own family and everything he holds dear. Until late one evening after a party he stumbles across a body that should not be there and his brother-in-law falsifying the corpse's cause of death. Quirke's pathology department, set deep beneath the city, is his own gloomy realm: always quiet, always night, and always under his control.

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