The 3rd Zoe Boehm, and despite the slightly portentous title, this book is imbued with death and jokes about death.
More a straightforward crime novel than the previous 2; no MI5 or corrupt policemen. Instead a scary gang of villains, the scariest armed with a crossbow, based (improbably) in Totnes; Zoe is commissioned by a creepy Oxford antique dealer to find out who has robbed him. And so begins a wild goose chase around the country, full of weird characters and improbable escapes engineered by Zoe. Lots of poetic justice at the end.
Very good, and different. Zoe, like Jackson Lamb, is a bit too clever (well she is wonder-woman!) to be wholly plausible, but one could say the same of James Bond and other fictional heroes and heroins.
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