Second paragraph of third chapter:

‘We didn’t find a phone,’ I said, although it was true I hadn’t thought of that.

Tremendously executed climax to the arc of stories about occult London police detective Peter Grant, and his adversary the Faceless Man, with loving detail to the history and geography of London and the river spirits who sometimes ally with us mortals. The frustrations of working in the fictional bureaucracy of the magical side of the Met is also well imagined. I wasn’t so wowed by the previous book in the sequence but definitely enjoyed this. Two more to go (at least, two more that I have left over from a previous Hugo packet). You can get it here.