All rights reserved. Dedication To H.T. Night, for all his invaluable help. Merry Christmas, little brother. Christmas Moon Chapter One I was cleaning house in the dark and watching Judge Judy rip some cheating ex-husband a new one, when my doorbell rang. Enjoying this more than I probably should have, I hurried over to the door and opened it. My appointment - and potential new client - was right on time. His name was Charlie Anderson, and he was a tall fellow with a short, gray beard, bad teeth, nervous eyes and a peaceful aura. In fact, the aura that surrounded him was so serene that I did a double take. I showed him to my back office where he took a seat in one of the four client chairs. I moved around my desk and sat in my leather chair, which made rude noises. I might have blushed if I could have. I picked up my liquid gel pen and opened my pad of paper to a blank page. I said, "You mentioned in your email something about needing help finding something that was lost." "Stolen, actually." I clicked open my pen. "And what was that?" "A safe," he said. I think I blinked. "A safe?" "Yes. A safe. It was stolen from me, and I need your help to find it." He explained. The safe had been handed down through his family