The Bleak by Keith Dixon is another in the Sam Dyke mysteries. I received a free review copy of The Bleak in exchange for an unbiased review.
Sam Dyke is a wise-cracking private investigator who is hired by Margaret Sellers (call me Barbara) to find out why her boss, a scientist in a well-guarded research facility, has changed from being a nice, easygoing guy to an uptight bundle of nerves. Even though it violates his ninth rule of private detecting, “never take on a client who you think might be nuts,” Dyke takes the job.
The Bleak is a genre-jumping buffet of delight – well, maybe not quite genre-jumping, more like sub-genre hopping. It has the traits of a cosy mystery, with little bubbles of hard-boiled drifting about – and with large dollops of humor thrown in for good measure. Dixon does a great job of creating believable characters in believable settings, doing quite unbelievable things. Don’t start this book if you don’t have a few hours to kill – you’ll find it difficult to put down.
Five Stars – hands down.