Jill Edmondson’s second Sasha Jackson mystery, Dead Light District (2011), sets Sasha in the seamier side of life. When her client, Candace, asks for her to search for a missing (upscale) prostitute, a young and beautiful Mexican woman named Mary Carmen, Sasha finds herself trawling the Toronto hooker’s stroll, searching through pawn shops, and renting a really low-rent room.
If you don’t know her yet, Sasha is a private investigator, 30ish and trying to build a new career after giving up on fronting a rock band. She still lives at home with her dad and brother, and she spends a great deal of her time with her two best friends, Jessica and Lindsey.
It struck me, reading this second book in the series, that Sasha confides in these friends and relatives a lot, sharing information about her cases to help herself think them through. If you say “female private eyes in crime fiction,” loners like Kinsey Millhone or V. I. Warshawski come to my mind. Sasha’s a nice counterpoint — although I like both of them, too! It’s just easier to relate to Sasha from my perspective. Except maybe that part about her running topless down the street of a nice neighborhood to chase a murderer… but you’ll have to read about that yourself.
I’m looking forward to the next book in the series, The Lies Have It, and once again send my thanks to author Jill Edmondson for sending me an autographed copy of Dead Light District.