"Celtic Noir," by Paul Bishop, in Running Wylde. 2012.
This story was originally published in Murder Most Celtic, edited by Martin H. Greenberg, in 2001. I caught up with it in Bishop's e-collection of stories.
Meet Decco, an Irish fella with a bad attitude...
You might think I'm stupid. I ain't. I done loads of them Open university courses on the telly. I ain't stupid. i just ain't like you, and i don't want to be.
I hate effin squares like you - sitting there on your arse reading books. you're boring. i hate boring. Get up, get out, smash somebody's face in. that's what it's all about - a little aggro makes the world go round.
As the story opens a couple of thugs are attempting to round up Decco for a little meeting of the minds with a crime boss named Mandrake. Mandrake's daughter has gone missing and he decided Decco is just the lad to get her back. Before our hero can get started a tough female cop scoops him up. She also wants him to find the daughter, but with a different goal. Then there is a rival gang of bad guys with their own plans...
Good story with an action-packed ending.
A couple of notes. I am no expert on how the Irish speak - the works of Roddy Doyle and Ken Bruen constitute my main first-hand experience - but there is a slight touch of the begorrah-it's-a-leprechan to Decco's prose stylings, as far as I am concerned. Didn't spoil it for me.
More problematic is the e-book itself. There are many styles of e-book production but this may be the sorriest I've run across. No page numbers, no table of contents, no way to get from the beginning to a particular story except by hitting the screen over and over and over....
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