Chapter 70

Surprisingly, Vic was through more than half the line by the time the food was served. The remaining children moaned in protest when Morrison clapped his hands. “All right, kids. Santa’s got to eat—”

“I didn’t get my chance yet!” someone near the back of the line called out.

The other children waiting began to grumble. Vic looked them over—there were a dozen or so left, and given the line waiting for the buffet, he wouldn’t be eating any time soon, anyway. “I’ll finish this up,” he told his boss.

Morrison frowned. “You sure? The food’s going to get cold…”

“This line moves quicker than that one,” Vic said, nodding at the buffet line. “By the time I’m through here, I won’t have to wait so long over there.”