The three men standing behind me filled the room, which was no bigger than a walk-in closet. “Miss Vaughn, do you recognize any of these, uh, Santas?” FBI Special Agent Barker asked. The five men stood in a line, all wearing red Santa coats. I looked at each face in turn, wondering the whole time where the police department had found two extra Santa uniforms for the line-up. “Santa Number One is the guy who was hanging out in front of the jewelry store a lot in December. He was there with the woman. They looked like they were shopping for engagement rings. I thought he must have worked at Prospect Point because they were there so often.” “Why not her?” one of the men asked. “Pardon?” “Why did you think he worked there, but not her?” “Oh, I guess because I saw him in the parking garage last night, getting into a white van. It was driven by Santa Number Five,” I said. Agent Barker sat in the chair next to me, took out a notepad and jotted a few notes. “You’re sure about Number Five?”
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