Hatch
Santa passed out in the truck on the way back, but he woke up pretty quickly when I pulled into the parking lot of the compound.
“We’re here. Don’t do anything stupid,” I instructed.
“Where’s here?” he asked.
He seemed a little more lucid and thanked me softly when I handed him a bottled water.
“You’re at our compound. No one here’s gonna hassle you if you co-operate, but you’ve gotta understand the situation we’re in. You stole our truck, and more importantly, you stole from a bunch of kids at Christmas.”
He looked up at me, “I know that, but I never—”
I interrupted, “We’ll talk about it inside with the Prez.”
He nodded.
“One more thing, there’s no way I’m introducing you to everyone as Santa, so why don’t you give me your name.”
“Scott Bohman,” he replied.
“Can’t say
