3.5 stars
Author Anna Smith had a twenty-five year career as a journalist for the Daily Record, a Scottish tabloid newspaper based in Glasgow prior to becoming a novelist, so I expected plenty of grit and realism in her debut novel featuring intrepid reporter, Rosie Gilmour. The Dead Won't Sleep is set in 1998 when the body of a teenage prostitute is discovered washed up on the beach at Troon. Ordinarily given the late 1990's culture another druggie hooker wouldn't draw too much interest from the red tops, but when the girl in question is identified by dental records as fourteen-year-old Tracy Eadie, who came from a children's home in Glasgow, heads do turn. After six-months in the water there are no forensics to be uncovered and the options for investigation appear limited. Until, that is, an older girl who was friends with Tracy, heroin addict and prostitute Mags Gillick puts a call into Rosie and reveals that she wants justice for the friend whom she last saw leaving to accompanying three big names within the Strathclyde Police Department for a weekend of sex and sailing aboard a boat off the coast of Ayrshire. Mags promised Tracy that nothing dodgy would happen, after all, they are known faces with connections and a lot to lose. However, something does go very wrong and an opening prologue reveals the men involved in Tracy's death, Head of CID, Chief Superintendent Gavin Fox, Chief Inspector Jack Prentice and Superintendent Bill Mackie. Having risen through the ranks together the men share a bond and a more private passion for turning a blind eye and taking backhanders from Glasgow's most feared gangster, 'Big Man', Jake Cox. Proving the matter of the trio's involvement though is a far harder task and calls for thirty-six-year old Rosie Gilmour, queen of the scoop.
When Tracy's body is discovered journalists choose to focus on the element of neglect within the social services system and the obvious failure to protect vulnerable youngsters. As jitters spread, teflon-coated Chief Superintendent Gavin Fox (Foxy) attempts to keep a steady hand on the Catholic guilt of Jack Prentice. Meanwhile Mags knows all the men involved and has a recorded voicemail from a desperate Tracy on her final night aboard the boat and is able to identify the men and consequently the top dogs waste no time in giving her a slap to keep quiet. When she lets on to another hooker just what Tracy was involved in a word from Foxy to the 'Big Man' sees Mags ending up dead with a slashed throat and the crucial voicemail message nowhere to be found. Gemma, the seven-year-old daughter of Mags is sent to Woodbanks, the children's home that Tracy ran away from and when Rosie goes to visit she is alerted to a second and equally head rolling scandal. Given the cold-blooded murder of Mags, Rosie has to watch her back and with people watching her every move it is a dangerous hornets nest of an investigation to even begin to uncover.
The difference between other journalists and Rosie is her background, being no stranger to the tough life around the mean streets of Glasgow, having lost her own alcoholic mother at just nine-years old and winding up in a children's home. Rosie knows that life on the fringes of a city is tough for these teenage girls, trapped in a vicious circle of turning tricks and scoring, taking all the associated risks of the violent and abuse that is part of the scene. However, Rosie is willing to take her own risks and fundamentally cares about the people whose stories need telling. She is respected and admired and people gravitate towards her, seeing a straight up, no nonsense gutsy firebrand. Rosie can't trust all of her fellow reporters, knowing crime reporter Bill Reynolds is within the fold of the police and soon she is watching her back both in and out of the office, however her long established relationship with editor Mick McGuire is enough to give her all the belief she needs that she can expose the scandals. Rosie has had her own scrapes and experienced hurt in relationships by making the mistake of trusting too easily and as such self-preservation is her strategy with romance. Offering snippets into Rosie's childhood and her romantic liaisons, there was a great balance of plot momentum and personal revelations within the novel. There was plenty of banter contained within the pages of The Dead Won't Sleep but one minor criticism was that it centred more or less on sexual innuendo, and as the novel progressed this became a little tiresome and needed a good shot in the arm of old fashioned Glaswegian humour.
The Dead Won't Sleep was a slow starter for me, taking almost one-hundred-pages for tips to fall rather fortuitously into Rosie's lap and her to attain corroboration. Although I appreciated that Rosie had a well earned reputation for the big splash she did none of the running in uncovering the story initially and she appeared more reactive than proactive, probably by necessity of her occupation in the story. However once Rosie got into her stride she showed her mettle, fighting tooth and nail to tell an important story. The Dead Won't Sleep really picked up pace after the first quarter and kept me reading Rosie's exploits and as such I warmed to the character. Anna Smith managed to portray a vibrant city replete with natives who look on the bright side, but are not surprised by the dark underbelly of the city they call home. I would be very willing to read more of both Anna Smith and her feisty leading lady!