SWEET THING

Noir crime in the voice of a deeply flawed cop.

First-person narrator Det. Alexander Blum and his partner, Det. Kelly Ryan, investigate homicides in the Washington, D.C., area. Looking into a murder, Blum finds a photo of a victim arm-in-arm with his confidential informant Arthur Holland. Blum goes looking for Arthur and meets his drug-addicted girlfriend, Celeste. Then Arthur dies soon after telling Blum that Celeste had shot the victim, who'd been raping her. Now she wonders who's going to take care of her. An overly sympathetic homicide detective will, as it happens. Blum and Celeste have sex, and he provides her with drugs that he had secretly hidden during a bust. And why not? She's so beautiful, such a sweet thing. “She was like a fucking drug and only after a couple of hits I was addicted.” He steals evidence or hides and plants it, out of evident desire to help Celeste. But a reader might legitimately wonder if he would do this type of thing anyway. Blum’s lawbreaking on her behalf overcomes her mistrust of him, but he begins to realize “how much I had really fallen.” And speaking of f-bombs: if you removed every page that had one, this book would be a thin tome indeed. Anyway, Blum is a weak man who lacks willpower, and he knows it. He's a bad cop, but he tells a good story. How far will he go to please Celeste? “I'd gone too far already,” he acknowledges, but “[s]he was worth it. How many times have I said that to myself?” Their lives swirl into a dark abyss that even his partner doesn't know about. Author Swinson is a retired D.C. detective and a talented writer who brings grit and realism to the story.

This bleak, gripping novel is not for delicate sensibilities.