A Christmas setting for Louie Knight this time, but there's not much "comfort and joy" in Aberystwyth. A man in a Santa Claus suit has been viciously murdered and his body left in a state that wouldn't be out of place in the Da Vinci Code!! I loved its absurdity and fabulously descriptive writing, as I did with the other "Aberystwyth" novels, but I found this one much more reflective, a little darker and to be honest, much sadder, as many more brutal and needless killings occur. Of all four books, I think this one deserves the genre description "noir" the most. Very inventive and joyously ridiculous in parts, but not as many laughs this time, and some unfinished business - is the pin still in Mrs Llantrisant's photo?