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AT A GLANCE: CHARLIE
Sam lives at sea with his five-year-old daughter. They anchor somewhere new, somewhere private, every night. Sam's plan is to provide them with security, and allow them space to recover. They need the space. Sam's wife was murdered, and he wasn't there. He was on operations.
Adjustment isn't easy, when you've seen and done some questionable things. Sam must find a way to extract from life as a Royal Marine, and Special Forces officer. He must provide for his daughter, but his skillset is unusual. By accident, he begins a career as a 'corrector,' helping the vulnerable break the chains of modern slavery. Instead of leading him away from danger, his clandestine company, 'Charlie,' ends up threatening all Sam has left.
WHO IS FINN ÓG?
Finn is a new Irish writer.
WHO IS CHARLIE?
Not who... what. Charlie is a clandestine company, born of necessity, created by accident, operated by Sam.
WHO IS SAM?
Sam is a dad, who left the Royal Marines to care for his kid, following the murder of his wife. But he's also ex Special Boat Service. Sam has certain skills, and a willingness to use them.
Book 3, Autumn 2019
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I knew that they’d come for me. Deep down. It was inevitable really, despite my precautions. I think I might have been waiting for it. Perhaps even willing it.
Guilt is unfathomable. I felt a lot of guilt. About how I’d chosen to earn a living. About the risks I was taking. About not having been there, when I was truly needed. I was guilty of pursuing vengeance, satisfaction, and purpose. I was guilty of grief.
As soon as I woke that night, I knew I hadn’t been clever enough. I had planned, certainly, but they’d found us. My initial thought was that I had underestimated them. In actual fact, I had misidentified them.
The next part in the trilogy:
Charlie II. The crossing.
The world is irritatingly small. Sam stood on Grafton Street, watched the man go up in flames, and cursed how approximate people have become. He sighed, for a moment, and watched the crowd part like a sea of red, the glow of the inferno flickering off their faces, horrifying and beguiling in almost equal measure. He shook his head, and stepped forward to douse the screams. He would grow to wish he'd let the man burn.