The massive shoulders of Pecan Sandie moved up in a shrug. Lollipop looked at the door and then her partner. Their was a knock at their door, accompanied by the faint sound of bells. Hopefully, this year would not be quite so hectic. It had only been a few years since they had been forced to fight their way through a clan of ninjas to get their usual Christmas Eve dinner. Tomorrow, they would go to the Big Red V for chili dogs, an old tradition the friends had held. This close to Christmas, the detectives didn’t expect anyone to be needing their services. “It wasn’t working,” Pecan replied with his rumbling voice that sounded like gravel in a cement mixer. “You know they put those ridges on the end of the dispenser for a reason,” she said, smirking at her friend. Pecan Sandie had set the axe down beside the desk and was using the honed edge to cut the tricky tape. When she didn’t hear the sound of the weapon sinking into wood, Lollipop Jones turned around to see what her partner was doing. “Don’t put any more scratches in your desk,” she cautioned. Lollipop heard a frustrated grunt and a moment later the familiar sound of her partner extending his flip-out battleaxe. The hulking behemoth that was Pecan Sandie struggled with the tiny tape dispenser. Behind her, Pecan Sandie was wrapping presents for the local children’s home. She shifted the ever-present sucker to the other side of her mouth.
Staring out of an office window, Lollipop Jones watched the people below hurrying to finish their chores before the official start to the holiday. It was the day before Christmas Eve, and the winter winds whipped around the buildings of the city.
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