When I purchased this book secondhand among many others at a community rummage sale, I had pretty low expectations. Also, since crime novels are not my preferred genre, I really can’t comment on the quality of the plot structure—I made no effort whatsoever in mentally trying to solve the “who dunnit” before the big reveal in the final chapter. That being said, I was pleasantly surprised, enjoying the book for these story elements: the characterization (What’s not to like about an earnest, overweight, retired police officer trying to outwit a martial arts trained femme fatale?), the setting (I learned a lot about how former Soviet bloc countries may be independent and “free” today, but their people are still trapped in a punitive communist mindset) and the exploration of the main subject (I find WWII art crimes, forgeries of Old Master paintings, art restitution, etc. all intriguing topics). Plus, it didn’t hurt that the book was written by a Canadian author with Eastern European ancestry— this lent authenticity to the narrative.