Currently Reading - The Moving Toyshop, Edmund Crispin

There's nothing at all like a complete and utter satellite failure to give you some reading time.   Email is still off the air if you're wondering why everything has gone silent.  We're having to cobble together an alternative system as the satellite will probably be out for a week.  (That's if they can ever fix it - at the moment they are saying they don't even know what the error message means....)  But really, that's okay.  The NBN is just an enormous waste of public money.... Satellite is just fine for the bush.  Isn't it Mr Abbott.  Mind you, the Labor Party's idea of an NBN is seriously underwhelming as well. 

From the Blurb:

The toyshop in the Iffley Road contains the strangled body of a grey-haired woman when a friend of Fen's enters it one night.  The next morning the toyshop has vanished and a busy grocer's store occupies the site.  And nobody's suprised.