n New Year’s Day in 1981, seven months before Laura Donnelly was born, her Uncle Eugene disappeared from his home in County Down, Northern Ireland, just near the border. He was 26 years old, a “bit of a tearaway” who had fallen in with the IRA. Three years later, his body was discovered by a dog-walker in a bog across the border in County Louth – laying to rest, once and for all, the stories his family had been fed after his disappearance about how he had been spotted alive and well. This is alm