“Look, I really want you to get in there. The job is for me to go to Snow Hills, set up shop as a new resident, and keep an eye out for any wrongdoing by the mayor or her daughter. I want to go into campaign season with the Spirit of the Season Cup as the crowning jewel of my tenure as mayor. Being told what to do by a complete bozo isn’t exactly a piece of cake for me. I’ve attracted too much heat in the Boston underworld, and working as a private investigator for this blowhard mayor is the perfect cover–and use of my skills. This is the perfect way to lay low and take it easy for a while.

Easy money, easy money, easy money–that’s the mantra I have to keep repeating to myself. Why, last year, our Tinsel Queen was voted the most beautiful woman in the state!” “Of course I do! Here in Winter Heights, we do it bigger and better than those idiots in Snow Hills ever could. “Don’t you do the same thing every year?” I ask. She’s the one who’s in charge of the town’s Christmas decorations and the big show they put on. I came here for a job and some easy money. I didn’t come here for small-town gossip. He’s been doing it for the better part of an hour. “Her daughter is the holiday consultant you mentioned?” I try to steer the mayor away from ranting about the Grable women. “Especially with that harpy Ellen Grable in charge. “As I’ve said, there’s simply no way Snow Hills has won for the past three years without cheating.” Mayor McGovern thumps his palm on his desk.

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