Step once more into Lamonic Bibber my friends - if you dare. In the dead of night, when all the stars are sleeping and the moon’s skipped off for a coffee, something dark and sinister stalks the streets of Lamonic Bibber. As a fog rolls in from the sea, carrying with it the unmistakeable whiff of pancakes and utter dread, an unearthly howl echoes through the cold midnight air. But who – or what – is at work here? Shabba me suspense-filled whiskers, this one will require some serious detective work!