Erik Winter is a cool, jazz-loving DCI in Gothenburg, Sweden. He is almost married to Angela, with whom he has a daughter, Elsa. As Christmas nears, a series of young boys has disappeared, sometimes to reappear with very little wrong. When Micke disappears, and does not return, all the police are on edge. Angela flies off to Spain for the holidays, with Erik due to come along. The cases delay him and he listens to a lot of jazz and has some disgusting-sounding shrimp with curry and coriander along with Ringmar, whose wife, Birgitta, has taken the occasion to disappear herself. As is usual with Edwardson, the stories of the department are woven into the stories of the cases. This adds to the continuity of the novels and the Winter series as well as adding a humanity that is often missing in Nordic Noir. Throughout the case the children, who are mostly about four, keep talking about a green or red parrot that they have seen and one of them keeps repeating syllables that make no sense except later as Winter puts together the clues in all the cases. Some might find the going a bit slow, but that is more the function of this being a procedural more than anything in the writing. I found the pace of the novel and its plotting, relaxing for a late-summer read and found it an excellent example of the genre.