"The sun, smoking behind a haze of cloud, threw off a light of burnished pewter. Mysteriously lit, it was as if the watery, colorless land refused drabness, stood determinedly against diminishment." This is a landscape that can easily deceive, the fens, a landscape that volunteers nothing, as if to say, 'You're on your own, mate'. Much like the habitues of the only pub for miles around called The Case Has Altered. The Lincolnshire fens are the right setting for Richard Jury's latest case, a mystifying...
