It's the most wonderful time of the year, but Private Investigator Liz Talbot is struggling to feel festive. She hasn't seen her best friend, Colleen, in weeks and fears she may never see her again in this life. Meanwhile Nate, Liz's husband and partner, is spending money like he prints it in the attic on a mysterious family Christmas celebration. Liz's nerves are shot, and she hasn't even decked a single hall. But there's simply no time to fret.
On a morning beach run, Liz spots a wooden rowboat run aground with Santa inside. Did Old Saint Nick have too much eggnog at the boat parade? No indeedy-Santa's been shot. And he's none other than C. C. Bounetheau, patriarch of one of Charleston's wealthiest families.
Liz and Nate already unwrapped quite a few family secrets while searching for the Bounetheau's missing granddaughter last year-enough to make them swear to steer forever clear of the entire clan. But as Mr. Bounetheau's body is found in Stella Maris, and Liz and Nate are the police chief's on-call detectives, they're on the case.
With no shortage of suspects, Liz and Nate dash to find a killer who may be working his or her way down a naughty list.