Synopsis

Lovejoy found himself in a predicament. He was being asked to authenticate a silver trophy, a task that felt increasingly dubious with each passing moment. It was undeniably a fake. The club president, oblivious, pressed him for an expert opinion. Then, a sudden, jarring sound – Eric, in a moment of clumsiness, had fired a shot that left a gaping hole in Lovejoy's ceiling. And it was above that very spot, in the loft space, that a trophy remarkably similar to the one he’d been examining was disc