If you’ve ever thought, “Hey, what this murder mystery needs is less trench coat detective and more emotionally wounded man yelling at pigeons,” then congratulations, you’re gonna eat up Missing by D. E. Beckler like it’s your last Greggs sausage roll. It’s gritty, smart, occasionally bonkers, and sneakily heartfelt in that “oh no, I care about these scrappy weirdos now” kind of way.
Victor Mitchum, our main guy, is homeless. But not in that sanitized, Nicholas Sparks way where he’s just rugged and misunderstood. Nah, Victor is really out there, living rough on the streets of Manchester, trying to stay warm, stay out of trouble, and keep his dog Oscar from starting fights. And I swear to you, Oscar talks. Not like Homeward Bound, mouth-moving CGI nonsense, but in Victor’s head... which is somehow weirder. And yet? It works. It's giving Fleabag's Hot Priest breaking the fourth wall, but canine and probably smells worse.
Enter Kasper and Gosia Dąbrowski, the Polish sibling PIs who are definitely winging it, vibes first, credentials optional. Kasper’s got messy energy and the kind of bad judgment that screams “I can fix it” while actively making things worse. Gosia feels like she was written to be more competent but then accidentally got left in a subplot draft that never fully arrived. It’s fine. They’re a good time. Mostly. They pull Victor into their missing persons case because he's invisible to the world, which makes him the perfect spy... or bait, depending on how cynical you're feeling.
The case itself? Dark. We’re talking sex trafficking, murder, people being stuffed in bins, and a very real sense that Manchester is one bad day away from a Children of Men reboot. But it never veers into misery porn. The stakes are high, but Victor's voice (and Oscar’s weird little commentary) keep the tone from sinking into total despair. The best trick this book pulls is letting you laugh with Victor, never at him.
The found family vibes start rolling in the back half and I won’t lie... when Victor starts rallying the other unhoused folks in Manchester like he’s building a grimy, emotionally scarred Avengers squad? I lost my entire mind. Was it completely believable? Nope. Was I absolutely cheering? Also yes. Give me a homeless rebellion with makeshift walkie-talkies and bad attitudes over another army of clean-shaven ex-cops with daddy issues any day.
Simon Mattacks’ narration in the audiobook version is straight-up excellent. He nails Victor’s sarcasm, Oscar’s dry sass (yes, the dog has sass), and somehow doesn’t make you want to slap any of the PI dialogue, which is a feat considering how often Kasper says things that feel legally actionable.
Still. It's a wild ride with a giant heart and a genuinely fresh lead character. I’m already side-eyeing book two like, you better protect Oscar or I riot. Four stars.
Whodunity Award: For Making Me Cheer When a Homeless Guy Assembled His Own Crime-Fighting Street Team.
Massive thanks to Brilliance Publishing and NetGalley for the ALC, you absolute legends. You handed me a mystery with a talking dog and emotional damage like it was a gift basket, and I will never forget it.