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- Herausgeber: Paraquel Press
- Kategorie: Abenteuer, Thriller, Horror
- Sprache: Englisch
This holiday season, be good or be ready—Krampus is coming to town!
In the Bavarian-styled town of Leavenworth, Washington, Tal Bannerman goes undercover to bust a crime boss and his ring of scammers.
When Plan A blows up, Tal and his partner face exposure during the Christmas revelry, forcing them into a risky heist.
Can they pull it off and deliver the goods?
Mission Impossible meets Get Smart. Jump on board this delightful sleighride adventure for a fun and suspenseful holiday treat!
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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2022
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A Very Krampus Christmas
A Tal Bannerman Thriller
Joslyn Chase
Contents
A Very Krampus Christmas
Tal Bannerman stared out the rain-streaked plate glass fronting the office building on Tukwila Boulevard. Not a snowflake in sight. Gray sidewalks, gray skies, and a scudding array of towering, charcoal-tinted clouds. Nothing outside the norm for the Seattle area.
Ordinarily, Tal popped his vitamin D pills and powered through like everyone else, but with Bing crooning softly in the background and a merry sprinkling of Christmas lights amongst the shrubbery in the circular drive, Tal wished for weather of a more festive variety.
He craned his neck, glancing up at the giant clock high above the lobby’s granite floor, a silent reminder that they all worked against the inevitable march of time. Here, in Homeland Security, a never-ending lineup of lawbreakers were fed into the system like deadfall through a wood chipper. On a good day, that felt like a satisfactory tradeoff for his efforts, making the world a tidier place.
On those other days, it simply felt like shoveling a thicker layer over a mass of noxious weeds.
The smart click-and-slide of smooth soles against wet polished stone turned Tal’s attention to the approaching figure, a trench-coated man holding out a peace offering in the form of Danish pastry.
“You’re late,” Tal said.
Agent Carl Wrigley shrugged and thrust the fragrant pastry under Tal’s nose. “I’m sorry.”
His mouth watering from the buttery aroma, Tal grabbed the Danish from his partner and tore a large bite from one corner. “I know you are. I can tell because you brought me baked goods instead of the regular spinach smoothie.”
“You’re welcome for the pastry. As for the smoothies, you’ll thank me when you’re a spry eighty-year-old.”
“All due to your revolting concoctions?”
“Indubitably. Let’s get upstairs, the old man’s waiting.”
“Know anything about the new case?”
Tal noticed the slight hesitation before Carl answered. “Only the roughest sketch. Let’s get moving.”
Stepping off the elevator, Tal ducked under a low-hanging sprig of mistletoe and skirted the ribbon-trimmed noble fir standing guard in Reception. The sharp, piney smell triggered memories of fresh mountain air and campfire sing-alongs, remnants from his boy scout days. Before he had time to wonder if he was now nothing more than an overgrown boy scout, the director’s secretary, Felicia, waved them into the inner office.
Plush carpet pillowed his feet as Tal stopped to stare at the cascades of homemade cut-paper snowflakes decking the wide windows, setting the scene for Rudolph and his eight tiny reindeer pals as they pulled Santa’s sleigh across the glass expanse.
“My granddaughters,” Director Hawkins explained, “practicing their scissor skills.” He gestured them into seats and leaned against his massive Cherrywood desk, arms crossed, impatience etched across every feature. Tal expected a rebuke for tardiness, but Hawkins refrained.
“Time is of the essence, Agents,” he told them. “I’m handing you a case that deals with some of the lowest scum you can imagine. Real nasty characters.”
“Lawyers?” Carl inquired.
The director raised an eyebrow. “Among others. Nice little holiday case. You’ll feel like you’re in Oliver Twist, but with a higher class of thief. We’ve been watching this pile of snakes for a while now, trying to figure out which head to cut off for greatest effect.” He paused. “We think we found it.”
“What’s the deal, boss?” Tal asked.
