A preveiw of the book For ten years, hinting at the turn of the thousand years, the Christmas Executioner worked his shrewd on the city of Edinburgh. Each year, in the run-up to the merriments, a junior lady could go out lost. Then, in the week in the middle of Christmas and Hogmanay, her figure could be found, throat cut, stripped exposed, washed wipe and laid out in running water. Ten years, ten ladies.