Thirty minutes later, Brash pulled out from their driveway, his ears still ringing. There had been more Hutchins cheer to behold.
On his way through the hall, Brash activated an entire collection of dancing, singing elves. Twice. A tiny little Santa not only popped out from the cuckoo clock, he also chirped Ho,Ho. Ho,Ho. In the kitchen, a radio belted out holiday music. The mat at the back door sang the opening notes of Over the River and Through the Woods. And as word of the break-in spread, Vanessa’s phone kept up a steady jingle with her holiday ring-tone. By the time Brash made his way through the maze of dazzling lights and blow-up lawn decor, he welcomed the peace and quiet of his patrol car. He never thought the squawk of a police scanner could be considered peaceful, but then again, he had never visited the Hutchins’ home at Christmas-time.
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