Chapter Fourteen Myth or a Man?
To here with spell check At the Dublin airport Lane and Blair were able to spot the waving hand of Frederick at the waiting area. With him was a dapper, cagey thirty-three-yearold six foot tall, medium-size man with eyes that remained mysteriously hidden behind shades. Both of his hands were anchored on his hips‒ the man was Sean McGinty. Also with Linzyc were Hanna and Gellman. Giving the good looking, red-headed Irishman a good once-over, Lane was happy to see that he had a wedding ring on. He was garbed in a fashionable, blue Nike sweat suit and smelled like he fell into a bottle of …show more content…
“The best in Dublin, me father runs the place, aye.” That was all he had to say. His accent so strong that Lane figured out what he said a couple minutes later. Lane glimpsed a passing street sign. Pearse Street. While coming to a fork in the road, he saw the bustling campus of Trinity College on his left‒looking back across the street there was the Trinity Capitol Hotel. An old 1800s, cozy, three-story brick building that wrapped around the corner where it bordered Tara Street. Since it was 6:30 pm in Ireland; the streets were jammed with college students that were party hopping and shopping at the many storefronts that dotted the strip. McGinty was a swift walker. And as the crowd parted for him, he led his company through the front door of the hotel and ushered them around to a door that was beside the bar. The tavern was full of jovial, beer drinking, boisterous patrons. But when the heavy door was shut the noise was stifled. A large wrap-around booth was stationed in the far corner, away from the shutter-covered windows. Once Sean turned the overhead lights on, everyone could see well. Lane saw a sign over an old gun cabinet. It read: 'Welcome One And All To The What You Hear Here Stays Here Room. …show more content…
Aye it is.” He walked under the sign and pointed up at it. “Ah, now, I take what that sign says LITERALLY. You know that you are on Pearse Street, you Americans. It’s named after me Great-Uncle Padraig Pearse.” He paced the floor‒deliberately looking back and forth‒going from Lane to Blair. “Pearse was the founder of the Irish Republican Brotherhood. He met many times in this very room, but for what? Along came the IRA and so many other liberation organizations down the road. All wanting to free Ireland of British rule, aye they did. Did it work? Hell no. Because the clans were not united. The British always infiltrated in some way. What were introduced to Ireland in the 1970s were crime syndicates and Godfathers...street wars on the streets of Derry, Limerick, Belfast, and Dublin. In America you have the mafias; here we have the same thing, nothing more. Does that put things into proper perspective some?” The question was a hypothetical one. Storm walked to the edge of the table. “That Josef Kramer is a real bastard’s bastard, let me tell yuh, people, aye he is. I have seen him with me own eyes one time. I will never forget that hollow look‒like he was more of a myth than a man.” Storm straightened up and gave his son the nod. The Americans passed the test, Storm McGinty’s
To here with spell check At the Dublin airport Lane and Blair were able to spot the waving hand of Frederick at the waiting area. With him was a dapper, cagey thirty-three-yearold six foot tall, medium-size man with eyes that remained mysteriously hidden behind shades. Both of his hands were anchored on his hips‒ the man was Sean McGinty. Also with Linzyc were Hanna and Gellman. Giving the good looking, red-headed Irishman a good once-over, Lane was happy to see that he had a wedding ring on. He was garbed in a fashionable, blue Nike sweat suit and smelled like he fell into a bottle of …show more content…
“The best in Dublin, me father runs the place, aye.” That was all he had to say. His accent so strong that Lane figured out what he said a couple minutes later. Lane glimpsed a passing street sign. Pearse Street. While coming to a fork in the road, he saw the bustling campus of Trinity College on his left‒looking back across the street there was the Trinity Capitol Hotel. An old 1800s, cozy, three-story brick building that wrapped around the corner where it bordered Tara Street. Since it was 6:30 pm in Ireland; the streets were jammed with college students that were party hopping and shopping at the many storefronts that dotted the strip. McGinty was a swift walker. And as the crowd parted for him, he led his company through the front door of the hotel and ushered them around to a door that was beside the bar. The tavern was full of jovial, beer drinking, boisterous patrons. But when the heavy door was shut the noise was stifled. A large wrap-around booth was stationed in the far corner, away from the shutter-covered windows. Once Sean turned the overhead lights on, everyone could see well. Lane saw a sign over an old gun cabinet. It read: 'Welcome One And All To The What You Hear Here Stays Here Room. …show more content…
Aye it is.” He walked under the sign and pointed up at it. “Ah, now, I take what that sign says LITERALLY. You know that you are on Pearse Street, you Americans. It’s named after me Great-Uncle Padraig Pearse.” He paced the floor‒deliberately looking back and forth‒going from Lane to Blair. “Pearse was the founder of the Irish Republican Brotherhood. He met many times in this very room, but for what? Along came the IRA and so many other liberation organizations down the road. All wanting to free Ireland of British rule, aye they did. Did it work? Hell no. Because the clans were not united. The British always infiltrated in some way. What were introduced to Ireland in the 1970s were crime syndicates and Godfathers...street wars on the streets of Derry, Limerick, Belfast, and Dublin. In America you have the mafias; here we have the same thing, nothing more. Does that put things into proper perspective some?” The question was a hypothetical one. Storm walked to the edge of the table. “That Josef Kramer is a real bastard’s bastard, let me tell yuh, people, aye he is. I have seen him with me own eyes one time. I will never forget that hollow look‒like he was more of a myth than a man.” Storm straightened up and gave his son the nod. The Americans passed the test, Storm McGinty’s