Gripping RUC thriller has Troubles in mind

In the Morning I’ll Be Gone

DESPERATE times call for desperate measures. So when Irish author, Adrian McKinty, was without a tree on Christmas Eve, and staring at a small forest of firs in a Melbourne suburb, he took matters — and an axe left behind by an absent Russian tree dealer — into his own hands.

“I don’t know if that’s a year’s bad luck, or if that’s how it works,” McKinty says. “But stealing a Christmas tree — that can’t be a good thing, karma-wise.”