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Belfast Morgue Robert Hrdina

Belfast Morgue

Robert Hrdina

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BELFAST MORGUE is another Harry Miller Trevis adventure. The seasoned Irish hitman takes us back to France in the 1990s, he prowls the Channel Islands and executes a nasty mission in Northern Ireland.Robert Hrdina is a former infantry officer andMoreBELFAST MORGUE is another Harry Miller Trevis adventure. The seasoned Irish hitman takes us back to France in the 1990s, he prowls the Channel Islands and executes a nasty mission in Northern Ireland.Robert Hrdina is a former infantry officer and author of LIVE AND DIE THE IRISH WAY (ASIN: B00CQ42EHA). Also on Kindle Amazon: THE MUSE’S PSYCHEDELIC KISS – Selected Poems 1992-2012 (ASIN: B00CGI2L9W) and ODD ONE OUT (ASIN: B00ELN2BVI) – a hardboiled story introducing William Calley, a psychopathic killer.Harry Miller Trevis is a natural born observer, which makes him an excellent survivor. Read this extract from BELFAST MORGUE describing Regensburg, a town in Southern Germany:“It’s always the same congregation of characters, no matter where you go. A clown, a moron, a megalomaniac, a teacher who wants to be a writer, a lowlife cabbage that wants to be a musician, a sociopath wisecrack, a greasy scumbag with long curly hair trying to chat up each and every woman that passes his arse, a raving alcoholic who claims that his hands were once steady enough to score ten triple twenties without faltering, a religious nutter who, for all his strong beliefs, will not turn your soda into wine, an old bag with hairy legs and fetid teeth who is never going to snap out of her family-bullshit loop, an obnoxious businessman out of place, not to mention two barmen from the shop across the road who either drink themselves out of their misery within thirty seconds or else are forever giving free advice on how to run a pub, disregarding the fact that most of their customers are now getting served by the staff around them, a Bud Spencer look-alike lumberjack who is every girlie’s darling but bent as a two-pound note, a suicidal cigar smoker who might not live to enjoy another drag from his stinking root, a loudmouthed potbellied ruffian studying an atlas on African grass leaves, wearing gaudy socks that say ‘mine is a pint’, the local tart on her wonted seat who knows all of them by size, smell and taste, and the silent observing schoolboy who is desperately trying to render himself interesting by keeping a very low profile, ignored by all the men, scoffed at by all the women, a wry smile on his pimpled face.”