Sweet Molly Maguire

She came walking into his office and his life with hair of spun copper, frightened green eyes and legs that stretched all the way to heaven.

Molly Maguire should never have got out of the elevator.

She was the sweetest, freshest thing that had ever blown into the jaded existence of Two Coats Mulligan, a veteran reporter with a drink problem and a great future behind him at the Daily Dispatch.

So he invited her to a party at his flat.

While in a drugged stupor she was raped. Mulligan took her in. She was to stay until the baby was born.

Sweet Molly broke the arrangement by slashing her wrists in Mulligan's bathtub.

Amid the hilarious and chilling lunacies of sleazy tabloid journalism, Two Coats Mulligan sets out to trace whoever had forced her to suicide ... a death that doesn't rate a line in his own fish-wrap newspaper. But it isn't as simple as that. Drunken Two Coats is haunted by a mysterious lipstick message on his bathroom mirror … and the fact that his own name is high on his secret list of prime suspects. Staggering through a cast of clowns and killers, his investigation becomes a terrifying personal odyssey as he grapples with realities that lie far beyond Molly's death. And, in his search for the truth, he finds that fact is stranger and more sinister than even the most far-fetched of newspaper fiction.