The time is Ireland in a fragile peace deal, after the Northern Ireland Ceasefire.
George Edward Bowen believes he is dying from terminal cancer. He has sin on his soul and although not a Catholic he wants Priestly Absolution for the girls he kidnapped and killed.
He abducts Father Jim Gaffney.
Bishop Sylvester Mahon, who is also hiding secrets, contacts his old IRA acquaintance Shane O'Neill and asks him to find and rescue Gaffney.
When Sonny Mc Entaggart finally finds out who his father is – he is on the run from the authorities.
He is using the alias, Shane O'Neill.
Detective Seamus Fanahan, ably assisted by the superior detective skills of Sheba – a seeing eye dog – identifies and apprehends the kidnapper.
A Note: in past times Irish Names denoted trades. John Carpenter, Billy Farmer, David (the) Smith, Tom Miller. When I choose a pen name I followed that tradition. I wanted to write well and be accepted for doing that - so my aspiration is to have a trade as a Wordsmith.
Lazarian Wordsmith is an evolving human being: trying to live life to its full potential - among the Fingal Hills- in Ireland.
In another existence he has been an actor, broadcaster, script writer, historian, environmental campaigner, a radio producer and he also worked in the Airline Industry.
He tries to craft stories on the anvil of his imagination.
A good book promises adventure, a journey into unknown and sometimes unpleasant places. You meet characters stripped naked by the literary magic of an author. You witness events laid bare because the writer pulls back the curtain, revealing the truth of life, the lie of life, the wry humor of life and everything in between. “In The Wicker Wood: Where Secrets Are Buried” fails to fulfill this promise of a good book. At times, story lines and subplots seem to trip on one another, pushing the perception of a reader to its outer limits. A now-famous author, Jo Nesbo, has masterfully shown the world the secrets of Norway, its subcultures of authority (the police and the politicians), Oslo’s drug culture, murder, kidnapping and mayhem in Scandinavia. The author of “In The Wicker Wood” attempts to reveal Ireland in a similar fashion. He fails. Wicker Wood is not a book worth reading.