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The Lost Ones didn’t last long in the end, and I ended up gorging on it into the wee hours. It was sublime. I’m heading to the river tomorrow for a week of family downtime, so I thought I’d head back into something with a strong nature setting… and found myself in Paul Doiron territory once again. Only 40 pages in and already counting the minutes until I can pick it up again – Mike Bowditch and Charley Stevens feel like old friends now. I look forward to ploughing through this with the water slipping by in the background – if the kids will let me…

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