This is my sixth Lovejoy book in my current run, and the first of those which is set entirely in East Anglia. It is also one of the best; Lovejoy’s obsession with antiques and his particular code of personal loyalty lead him to a dramatic and waterlogged showdown, with cosmic vengeance delivered by a bereaved donkey because the state’s forces of law and order are too corrupt and compromised to do it. I think I’d recommend this one to people wondering if the Lovejoy novels are their kind of thing.