This is what it's like for you: your name is Simon Dillon. You're thirty-five. You're a failure. You drift from job to job. Your mother is dead, your father is crazy and your wife threw you out months ago. And what are you going to do about it? Nothing. It's easier to blame everyone else. Blame Dublin.
Like most other days, you wake up with a hangover and you'd rather do a few lines of coke than go into work. But today a beautiful woman you can't remember meeting is asleep on the couch. You've also got cops banging on the door asking about a dead woman you don't know and Russian gangsters asking questions you can't answer. Then the real trouble starts.
And it's got nothing to do with you. Except that it's all your fault.
This is a needle-sharp, funny and scathing thriller, set in a Dublin most people don't read about - the real one.
