Okay, I'm fibbing a little as I read this one a few days ago, but I've not had time to post anything about it here. I'm having a bit of an Irish binge for a few days, but Adrian McKinty's a relatively new author for me - having only read one other of his books (although I've got them all). This is one of those books that, to be perfectly frank, I had no idea what was going on, and didn't care a bit. Mad, bad and beautifully evocative.
From the Blurb:
I didn't want to go to America. I didn't want to work for Darkey White. I had my reasons. But I went.
No one was dead. For once they'd given a good, long warning and there'd been no fatalities.
'I didn't want to go to America. I didn't want to work for Darkey White. I had my reasons. But I went'.
So admits Michael Forsythe, an illegal immigrant escaping the Troubles in Belfast. But young Michael is strong and fearless and clever - just the fellow to be trapped by Darkey, a crime boss, to join a gang of Irish thugs going head to head against the rising Dominican powers in Harlem and the Bronx.