“It seems we have a lead to follow up on.” April's voice carried a flourish of anger and frustration. I couldn't do anything to comfort her in front of a member of her squad. We'd agreed to keep PDAs to a minimum when she was officially on duty.
“I'll head home and talk to Augie. He'll confess more in person.” After waiting for her colleague to hand the evidence to another officer and trudge back out to the dumpster, I reached for April's hand and squeezed it. “I'll keep you posted, babe.”
April smiled, then thanked me for being so supportive. As she followed the officer to the dumpster, I returned to Horace's Grand Parlor to inspect Santa's Workshop. I wandered around the entire border of the mirthful little shack, where I found the one spot that had a plank sticking out two inches. I'd
