I had a hangover over today from all that jazz yesterday, so I read another mystery.
This is pretty solid — lots of interesting characters and a brisk pace. The only problem was that I took a five minute time out to think about who the murderer could be, and there was really only one possible person. And being right about a mystery is always disappointing.
School for Murder (1983) by Robert Barnard (buy used, 3.56 on Goodreads)