(Edited)

Edit of Loss Protocol finished and dispatched by zipwire.

 Still don't know what kind of beast it is. It's set in the near future (but isn't SF, or dystopian).

 There's a twisty noir storyline, but no murders (unless...).

There are many fantastical elements, incl. dreamscapes and things lurking in English woods (which may be only in the heads of drug-addled conspiracists).

 Anyway, it's some kind of novel. About different species of grief, and the past that's always in the present. And it's done, for now (until I get the copy-edit, and start twiddling with sentences again)