Cold Case

He intended to wait for the other units before going into the house, but he quickly grew restless and decided to go in anyway.

The front of the house was warm and dimly lit: To the left was a sitting room, and to the right was a den. Ahead, a staircase led up to the second floor. The hall continued into the kitchen.

The first thing Bill noticed was the sound of music, soft and faint, drifting from the sitting room. He recognized it. “The Christmas Song” by Nat King Cole. “So I’m offering this simple phrase/ for kids from one to ninety-two...”

Bill crept into the sitting room, the shotgun raised high before him.

A fire roared in the hearth.

A Christmas tree stood by the window, its lights twinkling red, blue, and green.





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