![]() In other words, Frank looks like one of crime fiction's stock crusader types (although, thank god, he hasn't got a murdered family to avenge, the cheapest, tiredest device in the TV screenwriter's toolbox). But then there's Holly, his 9-year-old daughter, the one unsullied thing in his life he'd do anything to protect her from the ugliness he's witnessed. He Gets the Job Done, Whatever the Cost, and his obsession with this has left him with a broken marriage under his belt. He Doesn't Play by the Rules, which means that he's always ticking off The Brass, and, yes, he's something of a hothead, but that's because he can't stand the politics, and justice is so hard to come by for the innocent victims of this dirty world. He's a police detective, in Dublin, and he's street-, rather than book-smart. ![]() You've met him many, many times before, in hundreds of films and TV series and in dozens of crime novels. ![]()
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