By Richard Leavesley
Bauble took a deep swig of egg-nog from his hip flask and kicked the snow from his shoes. As expected the C.S.I. elves were already there on-mass, swarming around the Vic’s body taking photos, and combing for evidence. The vic was an old man in a red suit, and he was absolutely huge, so huge in fact that it had taken half a stick of chalk to draw the outline around his body. He was lying face-down in a pool of glitter with a large candy cane jammed in his spine.
As Bauble approached the scene a young woman in purple latex gloves approached him and offered him her hand, “Holly Mistletoe, N.P.P.D.”
Bauble accepted it and introduced himself, “Dick Bauble, Homicide,” her shake was surprisingly strong, “So what’s the story here?”
“Victim’s name is Fath-“
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