My name is Madison Westin. Unless it’s Christmas, in which case my official title is Holiday Cheermistress. Nothing stops me from getting my ho-ho-ho on, not even my friends’ Grinch-worthy attitude toward sparkling tinsel, twinkling lights, and tinkling bells.Hey, if Creole, Fab, and Didier wind up with coal in their stockings, it won’t be my fault.When some bah-humbug bandit makes the rounds of Tarpon Cove, Fab and I are on the case. It’s the least we can do for our loyal friends. Seasonal crime-victim disorder seems to be on the rise.Some guy in a Santa suit-well, the top half of one anyway-is robbing local banks. The cops are fingering the wrong guy. And you can bet your light-up Rudolph boxers that if we can’t track the real thief down, one of my merry band of miscreants could be spending the holidays behind bars.