Just as Wyatt and Maggie came around the corner, looking like two lost souls coming in from a trip to Antarctica, the lights flickered for just a moment, and Abby held her breath. Maybe they’d stay…

Darkness.

“Really?” Wyatt’s voice held exasperation and a hint of laughter. “Declan, I guess we oughta just be happy that this is truly a Christmas we’ll never forget.”

“I can’t imagine we will,” Declan said dryly in the darkness. Maggie didn’t seem to think this was nearly as funny as the two Miller brothers did, and she began whining her uncertainty.

Abby fumbled with the flashlight always strapped to her service belt and then flicked it on. The beam shot through the darkness, hindering almost as much as it was help...

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