As the sun began to peek over the horizon, the authorities swarmed the estate. Santa sat on the roof, his suit more crimson than ever. He looked at his list. Most of the names in that house were staying on the Naughty List forever, but Trudy... Trudy got a miracle.
Above him, "Mr. Scrooge" and his team of professional killers were methodically dismantling the house, looking for a three-hundred-million-dollar payday. They thought they were the baddest things under the moon. They thought they were prepared for everything. Noche sin paz (2022)
In the shadows of the wine cellar, a man in a soot-stained red suit groaned, leaning against a rack of overpriced Chardonnay. This wasn't the Christmas Santa Claus—the real Santa Claus—had envisioned. He was tired. He was disillusioned. He was nursing a gut wound and wondering when children stopped wishing for wooden trains and started wishing for cold hard cash. As the sun began to peek over the