True crime works best when the person telling it has skin in the story. Finding the Lost Girls arrives under Paul Holes’s name and is read by Paul Holes, and that single fact shapes the whole listen: this is testimony rather than reportage assembled from a safe distance.
Our catalogue files it under memoir and crime together, and the pairing is right. The pull is not the mechanics of a case alone but the cost of carrying one, the way an investigation lodges in whoever pursues it. The register is plain, controlled and free of the lurid flourishes that make so much of the genre hard to sit with.