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|genre=Crime
|summary=Jack Taylor returns to his native Ireland with his tail between his legs. He's been lying low 'over the water' in London, licking his wounds. Jack (I'm slightly surprised that Bruen didn't give him a more Irish name) is a middle-aged, washed-up, disgraced ex-cop. As if that wasn't bad enough, he also has a lot of very bad habits. He acknowledges however that 'the new world is designed for non-smokers.' He also admits quite freely and openly that 'An alcoholic has dreams to rival that of any Vietnam vet.'
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