“The use of mistletoe is… spirited.” Libby was clearly aiming for diplomacy. “Spirited?” I repeated. “And creative. And… aggressive.” I read between the lines. “Jameson and Nash booby-trapped this entire forty-thousand-square-foot mansion with mistletoe, didn’t they?” “You say booby-trapped…” Right on cue, Jameson Hawthorne appeared in the doorway, his hair mussed. “I say Christmas at Hawthorne House is a contact sport.”
