I normally love Rendell but this book really didn't do it for me. In fact I'm not finishing it. Life is too short to read bad books! I just don't care about any of the characters, not one little bit. A small-time thief, his religious zealot uncle, an obsessive compulsive antique dealer addicted to sugar-free chocolates (really?!), his somewhat desperate fiancee (she's a doctor, she ought to know better), & a young man with a heart condition and a mental health challenge, make up the cast. You can probably imagine what they're all thinking & doing just from the list I've written - & they say & do the same things over & over - by half-way through the book. I'm done with this flea market.