I’d had a restless night and all I really wanted to do was curl up at home in front of the fire and read, but unfortunately nothing was at hand to read.
After considering my options I headed for the old phone booth which had been converted into a community library and snagged an Ian Rankin, but as I opened the book I paused.
That old teddy belonged to Mrs. Raines Granddaughter. She never let it out her sight. What was it doing there? Ian Rankin be damned, it seemed there was a real mystery to be solved by me.