The Xmas Murders

With their long pink hair and their eyes of green,
And their skin so fair and figures so lean.
Androgynous, anaemic but with a faint hue
They're tougher than tungsten and as gentle as dew.

Detective Inspector Bill Watson of Scotland Yard was a steady old
plod just keeping his nose clean until he retires to his dream cottage
near the sea - preferably without his wife. However, sometimes even
the most unassuming of people are forced to have their twelve days
of fame.

When serial killers begin to murder members of the English
Establishment on a daily basis, with each killing more gruesome
than the last, he is taunted by the killers and forced into playing
a major part in the investigation.

Can Watson and his brilliant and beautiful assistant Jennie Holmes
together with her eminent American criminologist lover, capture the
killers before they murder their prime target? And if they deduce
who that target is, will they even want to?

Reviews: 'Don't read this book; it's a total fantasy' - Santa Claus.
'Don't read this book, it's murder' - Jack the Ripper