“Hold on a second,” said Mrs. Claus.
She fished the iPhone she got from the woman at the Dog Party out of her purse and tossed it to J.J.
“I met a very strange woman at the Dog Party with Peanut and she gave me this phone. So much is happening that I had forgotten all about it,” said Mrs. Claus.
“What am I looking for?” asked J.J.
“A phone number, text message, anything that will lead us to Cailleach,” said Leroy.
“She said that I should convince him to cooperate,” said Mrs. Claus.
“Okay, there is nothing on this phone but a single contact,” said J.J.
“Alright, let’s give it a call,” said Leroy.
J.J. pushed the icon to make a call from the contact, put the audio on speaker mode and handed it to Mrs. Claus.
“Hello,” answered a garbled female voice on the phone.
“Who am I talking to?” demanded Mrs. Claus.
“Hold on. Got a mouthful,” said the voice.
Mrs. Claus looked over to Brynjar, who was making obscene gestures with his hand in front of his mouth. She shook her head and Otto hit him in the shoulder.
“Sorry. You caught me in the middle of my tea,” said the voice.
“Who am I speaking to?” asked Mrs. Claus again.
“The name’s Skye. She said you would call.”
“Now we are introduced. Where’s my husband?” asked Mrs. Claus.
“Slow down. He’s right here. But I have to warn you that he is not a happy camper,” said Skye.
Mr. Claus’s voice came on the phone, “Get me outta here!”
“Where are you at?” said Mrs. Claus.
“It’s cold, damp and there is way too much flowered wallpaper,” said Mr. Claus.
“So some British crime show from last century?” said Brynjar loudly.
Otto hit him in the shoulder again.
“Larsen Bedroom. Shetland Bus Office. There’s a plaque on the outside of the door when they open it up,” said Mr. Claus hurriedly.
Skye’s voice came back on the phone, “That was a naughty Santa.”
“Put my husband back on,” said Mrs. Claus in a firm voice.
“I think he’s said enough. She’s not going to like this,” said Skye.
Mrs. Claus said loudly, “Just cooperate dear no matter what they ask.”
The line went dead.
