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Sandor Clausen. Big zero there, too.
Diesel stopped for a light, and I saw his eyes cut to the rearview mirror and the line of his mouth tighten. "I'm getting a real bad feeling."
Diesel made a U-turn and suddenly there was a flash of light in the sky in front of us. The light was followed by a low rumbling, and then there was another flash and smoke billowed over the rooftops.
Diesel stared at the smoke. "Ring."
It took us less than a minute to return to Claws' house. Diesel parked the Jag, and we joined the small group of people who'd collected in the street, eyes wide, mouths open in astonishment. Not often you see lightning at this time of the year. Not often you see the sort of carnage that resulted from the strike.
The Claws house was perfectly intact, but the life-size plastic Santa that had been strapped to the next-door neighbor's chimney had been blasted off the roof and lay in a smoking, melted red blob on the sidewalk. And the neighbor's garage was on fire.
"He melted Santa," I said to Diesel. "This is serious stuff."
Diesel gave his head a disbelieving shake. "He hit the wrong house. All those years of inciting terror and this is what it comes down to — frying some molded plastic. And not even the right molded plastic."
"I saw the whole thing," a woman said. "I was on the porch, checking my lights, and a ball of fire swooped out of the sky and hit the Patersons' garage. And then a second ball came in and knocked the Santa Claus off the roof. I've never seen anything like it. Santa just flew off the roof!"
"Did anyone else see the fireballs?" Diesel asked.
"There was a man on the sidewalk, across the street from Sandy and Elaine's house, but he's gone now. He was an older gentleman, and he seemed pretty upset."
A police car arrived, lights flashing. A fire truck followed close behind and hoses were run to the garage.
Elaine was on her porch. She had a heavy wool coat pulled around her dumpling body, and she had a belligerent set to her mouth.
Diesel draped an arm across my shoulders. "Okay, partner, let's talk to Elaine."
Elaine drew the jacket tighter when we got closer. "Crazy old fool," she said. "Doesn't know when to stop."
"Did you see him?" Diesel asked.
"No. I heard the crackle of electricity, and I knew he was out there. By the time I got to the porch, he was gone. It's just like him to attack at Christmas, too. The man is pure evil."
"It's not a good idea for you to stay here," Diesel said. "Do you have someplace else to go? Would you like me to find a safe house for you?"
Elaine tipped her chin up a fraction of an inch. "I'm not leaving my home. I have cookies to make. And someone has to keep the bird feeders filled in the backyard. The birds count on it. I've been taking care of Sandor ever since my husband died, fifteen years ago, and I've never once had to resort to a safe house."
"Sandor was always able to protect you. Now that his power is failing you need to be more careful," Diesel said.
Elaine bit her lower lip. "You'll have to excuse me. I have to get back to my baking."
Elaine retreated into her house, and Diesel and I were left on the porch. The garage fire was almost extinguished, and someone, who I suspected was Mrs. Paterson, was attempting to pry Santa off the sidewalk with a barbecue spatula.
My phone chirped from my bag.
"If that's your sister again, I'm throwing your phone in the river," Diesel said.
I pulled the phone out of my bag and pressed the off button. I knew it was my sister. And there was an outside chance Diesel was serious about throwing the phone in the river.
"Now what?" I asked Diesel.
"Lester knows where the factory is."
"Forget it. I'm not going back to the employment office."
Diesel smiled down at me. "What's the matter? Is the big bad bounty hunter afraid of the little people?"
"Those fake elves were crazy. And they were mean!"
Diesel ruffled my hair. "Don't worry. I won't let them be mean to you."
Swell.
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