DCI Jim Daley is sent from the city to investigate a murder after the body of a woman is washed up on an idyllic beach on the West Coast of Scotland. Far away from urban resources, he finds himself a stranger in a close-knit community.
Love, betrayal, fear and death stalk the small town, as Daley investigates a case that becomes more deadly than he could possibly imagine, in this compelling Scottish crime novel infused with intrigue and dark humour.
Denzil Meyrick was born in Glasgow and brought up in Campbeltown. After studying politics, he pursued a varied career including time spent as a police officer, freelance journalist, and director of several companies.
Beginning with Whisky From Small Glasses, The Last Witness and Dark Suits and Sad Songs, the DCI Daley series have all become Scottish Crime best sellers, with all three entering the Kindle top 10.
Whisky From Small Glasses reached number two in the store in the summer of 2015.
©2015 Denzil Meyrick (P)2016 Audible, Ltd
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"Great first novel."
Loved this first novel by Denzil Meyrick. Captures the atmosphere of Kinloch (Campbeltown) very well.
Great story building up to an exciting finale. Eexcellent audio by David Monteath. I feel I might bump into Dailey while strolling through the streets of Campbeltown.!!! Well done Denzil.
Looking forward toto "The Last Witness"
"Geys better as you go on"
Started off slowly, but improved. Could not stop listening. Characters realistic after a while. Good
Best detective novel I've heard in a long time. Enough characters to keep you guessing and the anxious thrill of the chase. The violent imagery won't leave me for a while but a small price to pay.
"Great story, well performed, just a wee bit too gory."
David Monteath does a fabulous job of differentiating characters by gender, geographical origin, social class, educational status and mother-tongue (Gaelic, Scots, English or Scots-English).
Meyrick describes the people and country of this slightly disguised Kintyre town with affection, mixed with cynicism- just as I regard the "Three Towns" on the Ayrshire coast, in which I grew up, with delight in the scenery of the island hills, the long sandy beaches, and beauty of the sunsets, the starry sky, without pollution by street-lighting, and despair at the loss of economic opportunity in post-Thatcher Scotland.
I'm just not that wild about so much sickening violence- that you can find on TV any day - and it seems to be a trend to site mega-crime in such places as St Andrews (TF Muir) Aberdeen (Stuart MacBride).
I stop listening/reading when it goes too far, when it reaches vomit point, no matter how accurate the description of the location, the inhabitants, the customs and language of that place.
I don't yet believe that the entire world is mostly evil, that the High-Heid-Yins of the Scottish Polis are in the pay of Russian/ex-USSR mafia. Meyrick's world is almost without hope (and even religion is topsy-turvy- one character's "memories" of a Free Kirk minister on Barra!!! - a Catholic island - show his unreliability - obvious suspect)
The dialogue is dead well good and well observed, Monteath presents it with skill, but, thank God, Scotland's not yet "bandit country".
I liked the pace and I didn't like the patch work quality of the story.
I've listened to far worse attempts. This is a first effort I think so it is possible that Denzil might improve.
A workman like effort; bringing together common-place elements, ingredients, episodes. But not really interesting or convincing in either characterisation or description of place. A bit unpleasant in parts, I wonder what led the writer to select the particular methods of doing away with his victims? He needs to find a purpose for writing other than the obvious.
"Needed a pint of whisky to get through this!"
Pantomime characters in what can only be described as a poor English 'Nat 5' essay! The only story where I wished for the 'hero' and his wife to be 'offed' by the villain! Gratuitous over the top sexual deviance and violence in a storyline that must have been dreamt up after a copious intake of 'Russian Gold' (sic).
Indeed 'sic' and not in the good sense of the word.
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