In the third box was a train, complete with bone railroad tracks that snapped together perfectly. The locomotive had an evil face carved into the front of it and the conductor who operated the tiny death machine looked quite mad. One of the tracks even had a big breasted damsel tied to it.

"What did you do!" Charlie screamed. What in the fuck did you do to them!" He lunged at Daniel who looked as if he was in shock. Stanley was able to restrain his friend before he got a hold of the catatonic man.

Just then the radio on Stanley's belt squalked to life.

"We've got another 1-8-7. Four thirteen West Meade." The dispatcher said.

"Shit," Charlie said. "You'd think that one would be enough on Christmas Eve."

"Stan," Gary said. He was pale. "I just called in for specifics on this new homicide."

"And?"

"It's the same M.O. Lots of blood and no bodies."

"Tell them to check under the tree." Stanley said. "Merry Christmas."