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• Chrismas Santa   Prologue

  The man kicked back in the deep leather chair in front of the fireplace, propped his aching feet on the ottoman and rubbed the twinged in his shoulder. He was getting old.But not too old to complete his mission.Besides, he assured himself, he didn't need pawn, just brains, to carry out his plans. Plus a ton of patience.He had the brains. And he was a very patient man. He wouldn't rush things. First, he'd toy with his victims. He wanted them looking over their shoulders, flinching at shadows, suspicious of every little noise, fearful of every stranger wondering what the hell was happening to them and knowing they couldn't do a damn thing about it. If they died suddenly without fear, he'd miss half the fun.Most of all, he wanted them to suffer for the trouble they'd cause. Only then would he remove them from the face of the earth so they couldn't create anymore.