Celtic Knot is the sequel to Celtic Tiger. In this young adult novel, Johnny O’Shea finds himself in trouble once again. This time he becomes trapped on a cargo ship, which is trafficking a dangerous drug called Vermeer 2000. The intrigue continues when those in charge of the ship are looking to infiltrate the diamond district in Antwerp, Belgium. It is up to Johnny to use his street smarts to expose the dangerous plot and keep himself alive.

Explosion
Doing my usual early morning crawl to the docks, the uneasiness in my stomach reaches a pitch I can no longer ignore. I stop walking and look over my shoulder. The harbor is empty, a predawn emptiness where the only bastards out in Dingle Harbor are the banshees and the fishermen. I am supposed to be a fisherman, though this morning, I feel more like a ghost.
Mind you, just last month I had no idea what a fish was. I mean, I’m a city kid, straight from the heart of Queens, who found himself on the west coast of Ireland. Needless to say, I’m not much of a fisherman, but if I, Johnny O’Shea, can do anything, I can talk a good game. I don’t mean to brag, but I’ve only been working on Declan’s boat now for a few weeks and I can find my way on board with my eyes completely closed. Now that’s saying a hell of a lot.
This morning is different. Even the air seems charged with eerie danger. Darker than usual, my eyes spring open when I hear a creak coming from the edge of the blackened dock. The water, still kicking up from last night’s storm, beats against the piers. I squint into the darkness, sensing that someone is out there. “Hello?” I hear my voice echo off the hulls of the boats. I take another step forward, aware of my heart beating in my chest.
It is then I hear a hiss; it sends a cold chill down my arms. It grows louder. A figure runs in the dark, coming straight from Celtic Knot, Declan’s fishing boat. The hiss reaches a high-pitched note, followed by a flash of blinding light. The thunderous boom shatters the silent harbor.
The force of the explosion throws me to the ground, my back hitting the wet planks of the dock. Shards of splintered wood rains on my head. Shielding my face with my arms, I hear the flames catch. Within moments, Declan’s boat is swallowed by an inferno.