Chapter 2 – a snitch by any other name
Merrylegs shuddered. Santa Claus had never seen him this agitated before. "Calm down," he told the little fellow. "Take a breath. Tell me what you saw."
"The father dropped them off because he said the hunt was too dangerous. The young one..." the elf swallowed. "He's demon spawn. The eldest brother...I don't know what he is, but he's not a good boy. He plays with guns and knives. He won't eat his vegetables. He cusses..."
"Oh dear. Well, what do you want me to do?"
Merrylegs straightened up. "I'll do my job, sir. Just like I always have."
"Good man."
Chapter 3 is next.