'Pufferfish, aka Detective Inspector Franz Heinekin, is in trouble. He's stuck in a "grindingly dull" professional development lecture listening to "the nasal drone of the lecturer soporific over a mid-distance lawnmower" on a stuffy late summer afternoon in Tasmania. Or as Pufferfish would have it, "Down Under's icicle-hung nether region likened shapewise to nest-warm female pudenda". Pufferfish has a prose style all his own. ...'