Miller

JJ Hutton

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Miller is an ex-special forces paratrooper down on his luck and living rough on the streets of Manchester. Via an unprovoked act of violence, he is sent to prison where he is recruited to join the SIS, Britain's intelligence forces active in Dublin during the 'Troubles'. Once deployed, he succeeds in infiltrating into the higher echelons of IRA command structure to play out his double-agent role. This high-octane story takes us from Dublin to Belfast to London and onto Boston as our hero treads on eggshells balancing between serving the IRA, the Crown of Great Britain and just staying alive. The UK establishment begins to use every mean possible to counter the growing threat of the IRA. His only solace is his affection for Ceira, the IRA accountant in Boston, who reconnects him with his own sexuality as they play out their steamy and passionate love affair. The readers are left on the edge of their seats expecting Miller to be discovered at every turn of the page.

Sujets

• Historical fiction

Informations

• Publié par: Austin Macauley Publishers
• Date de parution: 30 novembre 2020
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781528942416
• Langue: English
• Poids de l'ouvrage: 2 Mo

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Collusion is no Illusion
JJ Hutton
Austin Macauley Publishers
2020-11-30
Miller About the Author Dedicated Copyright Information © Collusion Is Not an Illusion Chapter 1: Manchester 1971 Chapter 2: Release into the Unknown Chapter 3: Dublin Chapter 4: Bathroom Encounter Chapter 5: Fagin’s Pub, Drumcondra Dublin Chapter 6: Clearing the Air Chapter 7: Anyone for Tea? Chapter 8: Phoenix Park Chapter 9: The Meet Chapter 10: Whitehall Chapter 11: Journey to Belfast Chapter 12: Belfast, Military Patrol Chapter 13: Belfast, Military Rule Chapter 14: Café Life, Dublin Chapter 15: The Tryst Continues Chapter 16: IRA Council of War Chapter 17: The Weapons Cache Chapter 18: Clearing Out the Cellar Chapter 19: Second Agent Contact Chapter 20: Ciara Leaves Dublin Chapter 21: Return to Belfast Chapter 22: An Unwelcome Christmas Surprise Chapter 23: Drifting Again Chapter 24: Farewell Faithful Friend Chapter 25: An Angry Man Chapter 26: Treading Water Chapter 27: Journey to Cork Chapter 28: The Republic of Cork Chapter 29: USA – The Boston Scene Chapter 30: A New Friend in Boston Chapter 31: The Columbia Yacht Club, Boston Chapter 32: A Busy Night in Doyle’s Café Boston Chapter 33: Folk Band Night in The Doyle’s Chapter 34: Visit by the Plumbers Chapter 35: Cork Target Recce Chapter 36: US Marine Corps HQ Chapter 37: New York – Iroquois Hotel Chapter 38: Persian Rug Anyone? Chapter 39Little Italy Chapter 40: Ambush in Armagh Chapter 41: Boston Winter Ball Chapter 42: Return to Whitehall (SIS Meeting to Review Progress) Chapter 43: New Year’s Eve in Boston Chapter 44: Miller Requests a Deal for Ciara Chapter 45: Dublin, Council of War – The Leadership Considers Its Options Chapter 46: ‘Cometh to Jesus Moment’ Chapter 47: Miller Returns to Fagin’s Chapter 48: Miller Returns with a Bang Chapter 49: Embassy Meet Chapter 50: The Committee Meet Chapter 51: The First Meet with Security Forces Chapter 52: Ciara Returns to Dublin Chapter 53: M.V. Claudia Chapter 54: Chelsea Morning Chapter 55: Secrets and Lies Chapter 56: The Future Looks Bright Chapter 57: Dark Night of the Soul Chapter 58: Snakes and Ladders
About the Author
JJ Hutton is married with three grown-up sons and lives in North Yorkshire, England, and served as a Senior Officer within the UK Special Forces group (Reserves). He combines his passion for history with an equal passion for writing; the combination of the two is intriguing for his readers. When he is not walking or writing, he is a mentor to school children facing personal challenges and is an active supporter of several British Army Veterans charities.
Dedicated
This book is dedicated to all the security forces who served during the Troubles. They strived selflessly to achieve a peaceful existence for the people of Northern Ireland. Specifically, to the operators who fought an unseen clandestine war of intelligence gathering and executive action.
Given the sensitivity of books about the Troubles, fiction or otherwise, I submitted the manuscript to the Ministry of Defence prior to publication. At their request, a small number of changes were made to protect the integrity of the security forces who continue to keep the streets of Northern Ireland safe.
Copyright Information ©
JJ Hutton (2020)
The right of JJ Hutton to be identified as author of this work has been asserted by the author in accordance with section 77 and 78 of the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988.
All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without the prior permission of the publishers.
Any person who commits any unauthorised act in relation to this publication may be liable to criminal prosecution and civil claims for damages.
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
A CIP catalogue record for this title is available from the British Library.
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ISBN 9781528942416 (ePub e-book)
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Collusion Is Not an Illusion

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Historical Context:
In 1922, after the Irish War of Independence and the Anglo-Irish Treaty, most of Ireland seceded from the United Kingdom to become the independent Irish Free State, which, after the 1937 constitution, began to call itself Ireland. However, the six north-eastern counties, known as Northern Ireland, remained within the United Kingdom. The history of Northern Ireland has since been plagued by sectarian conflict between (mainly Catholic) Irish nationalists and (mainly Protestant) unionists. This conflict erupted into the Troubles.
The Troubles were an armed conflict in Northern Ireland which began in 1969 and ended with the Good Friday Agreement of 1998. Although the Troubles mainly took place in Northern Ireland, at times the violence spilled over into parts of the Republic of Ireland, England and parts of Europe. Miller (book one) is set in the period 1970–1972. Unionists (loyalists) who are mostly Protestants, want Northern Ireland to remain within the UK. Irish Nationalists, who are mostly Catholics, want Northern Ireland to leave the UK and join a united Ireland.
The Troubles began during a campaign to end discrimination against the Catholic minority by the protestant/unionist government and police force. This protest campaign was met with violence by loyalists. This eventually led to the deployment of British troops, initially to support the police and protect Catholic civilians. After that, battle lines were drawn, and the violence spread far and wide.
The main protagonists were Republican paramilitaries such as the IRA and its derivatives, Loyalist paramilitaries such as the Ulster Volunteer Force and the Ulster Defence Association; the British security forces, Army and police (Royal Ulster Constabulary). Much of the conflict was fought by clandestine/secret forces from all sides and many murders remain unsolved to this day.
During the conflict in Northern Ireland, the violence never reached the agreed threshold to be called a “war”. Nevertheless, its impact on the society of Northern Ireland with a population of about 1.5 million was profound, with over 3,500 killed and over 50,000 injured over a thirty-year period.
Chapter 1 Manchester 1971

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It was just another of those ordinary, grey, overcast autumnal days in Manchester when unbeknown to Miller, his life was about to change forever dramatically.
He entered the shop near to the Levenshulme Rail Station in the suburbs. He bought a box of Iams biscuits for his dog Pilgrim and some baccy papers for his roll-ups. This morning, the two shopkeepers of Pakistani descent eyed him in a suspicious and hostile way.
‘Money!’ the shopkeeper demanded. Miller stood there and slowly counted out the small loose change he held in the palm of his right hand.
‘Come on, we haven’t got all day,’ he demanded with irritation and impatience.
From off to the right, the older of the two shopkeepers interjected.
‘We have our eye on you, someone is stealing from our shop and we think it’s you!’
Miller looked up and glared but didn’t answer. He counted out the remaining coins for the biscuits onto the counter and turned. As he did so, the older brother blocked his way by grabbing his arm and retorted, ‘We don’t like your type, bums you are, you smell, always drunk, never work, always high on drugs. You are just a scum beggar and a scourge on society, don’t ever come into our shop again, do you hear me?’ His voice was venomous.
Miller just ignored the man and his insults, and walked towards the door.
At the lack of any reaction, the shop owner turned even more aggressive and pulled again on Miller’s elbow, this time with enough force to spin his body around.
‘Don’t you ignore me, are you listening, you scum?’ The storekeeper was shouting now.
Miller’s training and instincts took over. Unfortunately.
As he was spun around by the arm which carried the few items of shopping, the other hand struck out. The two fingers on his hands splayed outright and connected perfectly with the eye sockets of the storekeeper, who dropped to the floor like he’d been tasered by 10,000V.
The younger storekeeper came running out aggressively from behind the counter, the baseball bat they kept there was raised high, ready to move in for the strike. Miller stepped forward, blocked easily, leaned in and butted the man forcibly on the bridge of his nose and he, too, collapsed onto the floor next to his brother, who lay there wailing and holding his hands over his eyes. Miller calmly left the shop without a word. Both men were neutralised.
He untied Pilgrim from the railing outside and sauntered away, catching the No. 41 bus to Piccadilly Station.
Drip. Drip.
The raindrops ran down the long scarred nose of the bowed head and into the steel dish placed on the pavement in front of him. The small scruffy mongrel dog was hardly noticeable, curled up, half hidden under his long parka coat and the other half out in the rain. Its coat was matted with dirt and wet with rain.
Miller, not his real name, just something he used to be known as by his Army chums, sat on the damp cardboard insulating him from the cold floor, pondering on the morning’s violent events.
He’d been given the nickname as he was an explosives expert, the same as the character “Miller” in the film Guns of Navarone as played by David Niven. He looked nothing like Niven at all; for a start, he was over 6’ 3”, and at his prime, weighed over 90 kg. Still, as nicknames go, it wasn’t a bad one.