After much tragedy and violence, Jack port Taylor has finally landed at contentment. Obviously, he still knocks back again an excessive amount of Jameson and dabbles in uppers, but he has a new girl in his existence, a freshly bought apartment, and little sign of trouble on the horizon. Once again, trouble comes to him‚Äîthis amount of time in the form of a wealthy Frenchman who would like Jack to investigate the double-murder of his twin sons. Jack is on the other hand roped into looking after his sweetheart‚Äôs nine-year-old child and is set for a surprise with the appearance of a character out of his past. The storyline can be one big chess game, and every one of the pieces seem to be moving at the behest of one dangerously mysterious player, a vigilante called ‚ÄúSilence‚Äù…because he‚Äôs the very last thing his victims can ever hear. This is Ken Bruen at his most darkly humorous and most lovably bleak as he shows us this is behind a proverb of his personal style‚Äî‚Äúthe Irish can abide almost anything save silence.‚Äù