Christmas is coming. But erudite attorney Gerry Fletcher got his present early: his wife's body with a knife buried in it. Though he shamelessly cops to being happy she's dead, his alibi is airtight and all signs point to a burglary gone bad. But even when detectives Steve Carella and Bert Kling follow the clues to a junky punk and get a full confession, Carella can't quit thinking there's something about the case that's as phony as a sidewalk Santa's beard. Maybe it's because the victim's husband wants to pal around with the suspicious cop on a cryptic pub-crawl through the urban jungle. Or...