Dory Maust - Blood Cells

The Benn Mac series continues in this sequel to Glass Windows. As famous
Rock N Roll band False Eyelashes completes their world tour with new lead
singer Susana Blankenship, tragedy lurks in the shadows. Guitarist, Quinn
McIntyre and Susana fall deeply in love and when it seems that nothing can
tear them apart, Susana befriends ten year old Bethie Tiernay, an autistic
Irish child living at Judy's Kid's organization in Maryland. A tidal wave of
conflicts flood their serenity when Quinn and his brother Brace learn of their
father's death and his involvement with the old Irish Republican Army.
Baited, the brothers take off for Ireland to unravel the mystery behind the
father they barely knew and get caught in the middle of the war between the
nationalist Milligan Brotherhood in the Irish Free State and the loyalists'
Burke Gang in Belfast. Susana learns she has developed breast cancer and
arms herself for the long road of treatment. Hold on to your seat while you
travel through this journey of intrigue, courage and love as one open door
leads to three more and two battles erupt: killing cancer cells and repairing
cells of Republican freedom fighters. Could a ten year old autistic child hold
the key to saving their lives?

Excerpt:

  They turned as Brogan entered the cabin, his face set with a firm expression.
  “Paddy just called. He’s having a hell of a cell reception up there and couldn’t get through earlier. Darragh Burke paid him a
visit on the boat two days ago.”
  “Is he okay?” Jeff asked quickly.
  “Aye, mate, he is but when there was no trunk Darragh figured it came in to the south.”
  “We’re a needle in a haystack out here,” Quinn answered. “He’d have to get down here then get a boat out here and know
right where we are.”
  “Don’t underestimate their intelligence sources.”
  He slipped out of his coat and walked to his state room. When he reappeared minutes later he was wearing two shoulder
holsters as well as a double belt holster, all loaded.
  “There’s a boat on the northern horizon headed our way,” he continued. “Better safe than sorry. I have Kevin taking us
closer to the shoreline. Suit up with two guns. Quinn, I’ve got the stove.”
  They did as he asked and when they were equipped Jeff relieved Kevin from the helm on the fly bridge so he could do the
same. They kept an eye on the approaching boat, and as they made a sharper turn to the west it appeared that the vessel in
the distance was turning too. A half hour later Brogan peered at it through binoculars and nodded.
  “We’re about to have company, mates.”
  “How many on board?” Jeff asked.
  “Too far away to tell yet.” He turned to lift the seat on the sofa which housed the rifles. “Here’s what we do, mates. Best
defense is an offense. We need a man on the fly bridge and a man on the bow in the hold, both with rifles. We need a man
on the helm in here and then I have to be free to maneuver where I need to with pistols and binoculars. The man on the fly
bridge is the easiest target and has to be able to effectively hit. Who is it gonna be?” He knew this had to be a volunteer role.
  A silent moment ensued before Kevin raised his hand.
  “I’m not married and I don’t have kids. I’ll go up on the fly bridge.”
  Brogan nodded and handed him an M14 with a thirty round magazine. “Slap fire, Kevin.”
  “Got it.”

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