The Santa Clause: The Case Concerning Kris Kringle

By James Douglas Bozarth

Is Kris Kringle a criminal? Santa Clause’s son is helping his father to find out who is naughty or nice. But the FBI is investigating him to find out what is in the little book Kris is writing about the children of Congress.

Is Kris Kringle a kidnapper? Children are missing. Is Kris Kringle involved? Is Kris Kringle a hero? Can the FBI use Kris to help them find the kidnapped children? Will the Naughty or Nice book let Kris tell them what is in the book? Can FBI Agent Noel Nakashita use the book? Or will the book kill them for telling?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Mar 30, 2019
• ISBN: 9781796010053

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The Santa Clause:

The Case Concerning

Kris Kringle

James Douglas Bozarth

Copyright © 2019 by James Douglas Bozarth.

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Contents

James Cameron

Tom Torrance

James Cameron

Carla Cary

James Cameron

Patrol Officer William Katy

Tom Torrance

Helga Hart

James Cameron

Kris Kringle

Noel Nakashita

Helga Hart

Noel Nakashita

Tom Torrance

Kris Kringle

Black Peter

Noel Nakashita

Kris Kringle

Black Peter

Noel Nakashita

Helga Hart

Noel Nakasita

Kris Kringle

Helga Hart

Noel Nakashita

Black Peter

Noel Nakashita

Kris Kringle

Helga Hart

Noel Nakashita

Kris Kringle

Noel Nakashita

Kris Kringle

Helga Hart

Noel Nakashita

Kris Kringle

Black Peter

Kris Kringle

Noel Nakashita

James Cameron

Noel Nakashita

Helga Hart

Kris Kringle

Noel Nakashita

Tom Torrance

Kris Kringle

Black Peter

Tom Torrance

James Cameron

Tom Torrance

Kris Kringle

James Cameron

Kris Kringle

Helga Hart

Noel Nakashita

James Cameron

Tom Torrance

Noel Nakashita

James Cameron

Black Peter

Kris Kringle

Helga Hart

Santa Clause

James Cameron

James Cameron

This report is about a man who lives in Washington, D. C. He has an unusual name and we at first thought it was a fake name because he was called Kris Kringle. Since this was the name for Santa Clause when he was not being the full Santa Clause character, but was used for a pseudonym, we felt sure this individual was trying to hide his real name using this fake pseudonym.

Because we had no legitimate source for his life, he had not grown up as a child to regular parents. He suddenly appeared as a full groan adult placing himself at the children’s activities. He had a notebook which was opened constantly and filled with writings from a pen he took from the spine of the book. As constantly as he was writing, the book must be full of solid information.

We wanted to see what was so important to be written in the book. We tried to set people to surreptitiously look in the book but surprisingly every time one of our agents came by the book, it had been closed. This was one of the strange activities that we were to discover the why about.

We were even more surprised when we looked up his address. Kringle had a standard address in the northern part of Washington, D. C. at 1246 Northern street, in a standard residential neighborhood. It was filled with houses that were sitting wall to wall in the lane. We got another apartment across the street for our surveillance crew. We kept track of the personnel that came and went which were very few. Most of them were Toy makers. Our investigation of them had no immediate results, but we would keep on looking.

The reason we were going through Kringle’s history was because I had a phone call that put a different aspect on the entire situation. Kringle was accused of being a kidnapper by one of the secretaries for a congress women as her children played in the front yard. The report came from a woman named Carla Cary.

But, before I have to present her report to you, I must give you another report on a crime that is several years old answering to the information based on Kris Kringle’s behavior.

What follows is written by Tom Torrance, the man who was in the lead position during that crime. The transgression was not finished satisfactorily which is why it is on my desk still. I have a small stack on the corner of my desk which has every file that is not completed. Every so often I have to read them. Many hours go into the files as I read them looking for something new or different when perusing it.

The following is Tom Torrance’s report.

Tom Torrance

As part of the F.B.I. agency we are required to look after many crimes and misdemeanors which include packages which are mailed, sent across state lines or even sent to other areas to be dumped into the waterways. This includes any packages that are sent from where we have our offices, the Washington, D. C. area. We had a case which began with a phone call from Harold Benson who contacted the F.B.I. because his dead daughter’s husband had got in touch with him to pay the kidnapper’s ransom demand of a million dollars. This was more than Jerome Kennedy, the son-in-law, had ever had in his life. Only someone who knew that Mr. Benson, who was a multi-millionaire many times over and the grandfather of the child, was rich would ask for that much ransom money.

I have been requested to tell you a bit about an old case that we are still working on. It started almost three years ago. It began in the normal way but after it had ended for us it was a bad case. We were not successful. We lost the ransom that had been paid and we lost the child who had been kidnapped. The only good thing about the case is that we did not find the boy’s body. For that we are eternally grateful. I said it was three years old but it is still as hot as we can make it. Even though we do not have any clues that we have not gone over at least three times and with at least three agents, we have not put it off my desk. It sits on a corner of my writing constituency along with several other cases that we have reached a current end to. However, the F.B.I. does not ever let a case go into the null and void blemish without an answer if we can give it to the public.

My name is Ton Torrance. I am one of the older agents in the F.B.I. work force in the Washington, D. C. area. My boss is Mr. James Cameron. He is a much younger agent who is on his way to the top by any means necessary. He will say anything and do anything to get a confession. Most of the agents are not as old as I am but I still can beat most of them in the wrestling matches and in shooting at targets. We do not usually shoot at people, but we will if we must. And we are very careful to hit what we aim at.

We started looking into everyone who knew that what the child’s relationship was with the family. It was a surprisingly large number of people who were in the knowledge. Kennedy had spread that information around as he went lobbying for a shopping center that he wanted constructed. This was something that a proud father would do about his child so we were a little put out to work on that part.

Kennedy refused to work with us saying the kidnappers had told him that if he did go to us they would kill the boy and just walk away. Kennedy said they had phoned him and told him that in a disguised voice. Kennedy refused to let us put a wire on the phone but we had a wire at the phone office by court order. But we did our supreme with Mr. Benson as superlative as we could but it was not enough without Kennedy’s help. Kennedy allowed us to put a microphone on him so he could tell us where he was ordered to go. In his home’s post office box he found a small device to put in his ear with only a small piece of paper to tell him what to do.

The paper was just a piece of notebook paper like that which was found in many places. These places included the Kennedy boy’s room sitting beside his school books. We did not have enough time to get another microphone to attach to the implement for us to use to hear or to make ours able to listen to it because the kidnappers told Kennedy if he put somebody on it they would just walk away and leave the kid where he was forever. Kennedy drove around the area, telling us where the men were telling him where to go in his ears, which we could not hear when he suddenly contacted us to tell us that the kidnappers had told him to have the federal car move back from him. He gave our license plate. We pulled that car back. But we kept in others that we had not told anyone about other than ourselves. We also had a transmitter on the car. We had told no one about the bug either. But it was all useless in the end.

Because we did not really trust Kennedy or any other person in the case we had several cars keeping a tag on the drop car from in front, beside and in back of his car, but we were just too far away from the drop off point when he stopped. Kennedy drove his car to a spot in the middle of a bridge. We could not stop our cars for any reason without being obvious to everyone so we had to drive past him although we had another car ready to go onto the bridge the moment he started moving again. Then he got out of his car. He stood there a second and then put his hand to his ear. He yelled that he was throwing the money over the bridge but they were not to hurt the boy. He threw the package into the water under the bridge over the Potomac River near Alexandria.

Unfortunately for us it was a celebratory day with boats flowing all over the river. We were not able to see anything or anyone in the water from so far away. Finding a culprit in that number of people floating their boats in the river was impossible. None of our agents in the cars was able to see anything with their binoculars. We were looking from both sides of the river and also from the bridge beside Kennedy now but there was nothing to be seen.

When we sent some divers down into the waters, we could not find the package among the junk that was under the bridge. We did find the transmitter that we had put in the wrappings as we helped make up the ransom package. It was still stuck to a fragment of paper but was not attached to the money any more. Too many citizens used the river as their personal junk yard and this was a waste of our time.

Unfortunately we could no longer do anything about the ransom but we hoped that the boy would at least reappear. He did not. The father and the grandfather blamed each other for the predicament and then they blamed us as well. We did not have enough information to pick out anyone as the kidnapper. We were stuck as to the problem at that time.

We began to examine Kennedy more seriously and found that he had thrown a large package into the Chesapeake Bay just south of Annapolis just before the kidnapping demand was received. It was too long ago to find out what the parcel contained but we were obliged to look at the bay just in case we could find the answer to our problem, was the boy there. The tide could have carried the package all the way south to the Atlantic Ocean by now, but it was at least the size of a little boy and some things were needed to weigh him down and not float on the ocean surface.

We sent divers down and found many parcels of the same size with all sorts of things in them, including a baby doll. That one scared us when we first saw it. The teddy bear did not. However nothing showed up at that time that looked like a child for which we were very happy. That meant the child might still be alive. That was what we were hoping for, a happy ending.

Having found the monetary conspiracy turning up again, we began to look into Kennedy history one more time.

End of report to James Cameron, Noel Nakashita, and Helga Hart.

James Cameron

The F.B.I. is charged with taking care of a number of crimes which include any offense that crosses state lines, spying on U.S. citizens, involves the possibility of kidnapping or takes place in Washington, D. C. This set of crimes seemed to involve all four felonies. This brought in two of our crime priorities: white collar crimes and violence. That is when we were brought in.

The bureau handles transgressions of all natures but this set of crimes was of such a character that people will not believe what happened and yet every word is true. This series is about three separate cases that were interlocked together but not as tightly as they could have been and one of them is not even a case for the F.B.I, as it was not even a misdemeanor in the United States.

My name is James Cameron. I am an F.B.I. Supervising agent in charge of the Washington, D. C. area. I work in the Herbert Hoover Building at 801 Fourth Street NW. Sometimes I have to head into Virginia and Maryland, but I usually supervise cases that are in Washington. I head a number of squads of special agents including a single squad who are only used to interpret records in the F.B.I. Building. Other members of the force are exterior agents who investigate people who are suspected to be delinquents. It does not even have to be a recognized crime. All we have to do is suspect that there are criminals or just that a crime has been committed. We examine any time we are asked to investigate. This investigation that we just investigated was one of the most unusual in our history. I had Tom Terrence send in the report you have just read because it was the beginning of the case even though we did not know how much it was at the time. The first time the F.B.I. heard about the Kringle case was when we received a call from Carla Cary who worked for the congresswoman from Massachusetts June Summers.

Carla Cary’s report of the first sighting of the Kringle’s subject follows.

Carla Cary

I work for the Congresswoman Mrs. June Summers from Massachusetts. This is a job that I like even though I do not only work for her as a secretary functioning for the country as a whole as well as surprisingly for the District of Columbia as a separate item. I had not known that the District does not belong to any state. It was entirely separate from any state. That was something I had never found out before. It is completely separate from every state because we were not to have anyone from any state controlling our congress people like they would if they stopping someone on the street for a broken tail light while the vote was taken. Because of that our police force is the F.B.I., an entirely separate criminal agency.

We were sitting in the front yard as the congresswoman was playing with her children at a tea party as she worked on the question of the city park that was wanted to be turned into a shopping center. As usual she wanted me to put several people onto the job of finding out about the center when she looked up at something behind me.

Turn around, she ordered me to do that immediately. I can tell when she has something important to tell me. When I turned around all I could see on the road in front of the house was a single truck, which looked old but in good condition. Look at that man. I have seen him a lot of times around the house and at other places. I am worried about him. Have the F.B.I. check him out. He looks, she paused for a while as she thought about him until she finally finished, strange to me.

I knew then what I was to do, although I did not like the directive. I stood up and smoothed my skirt on my lap and fluffed my hair as I walked over towards him.

The one thing I did not expect him to do was to stay at the curb and wait for me to approach him. I had expected him to run away like any criminal but he did nothing of the kind.

He waved his big hand at me and said, Good afternoon, Carla. He put what looked like a book in his shirt pocket.

Unfortunately, I did not know what to do so I just stood there looking at him. His appearance was the oddest I had ever seen. He wore ordinary clothes straight from an army-navy store in light blue and denim. What was odd though was his face. He had a white beard, a full one. He had blue eyes and a crinkling smile with full cheeks. He weighed over two hundred pounds.

He saw me looking at his belly and said, Yeah, I know I am a little overweight. He laughed at that but his laugh was not like most laughs with an ah sound but an oh sound in it. With the red hat with the white collar trim and the white tassel on the top that hung down over his right ear covering his brown hair, he looked like Santa Clause. Yeah, that is right. I said Santa Clause.

He leaned over and pointed to the girls. He simply inquired, Are Cindy and Candy all right? They seem like they are getting a little cold. Maybe they need some coats.

How do you know their names? And then I realized he knew mine as well.

Well, Carla, they are the children of a famous lawmaker.

How do you know my name?

He touched his chest on one side as though he had the book or some other paper in his shirt pocket. I must have read it somewhere, he said.

I told him he needed to get out of here. This was a private area.

He looked at his watch and said, Oh, you are right. I need to go to the baseball game. Well, bye bye, Carla. Make sure the girls put on a coat.

He waved his hand and drove off leaving me in the middle of the street. As he drove off I wrote down his truck’s license plate number on my hand.

When I went back to the congresswoman and her children, I had to agree with her that the man was strange.

All of a sudden Cindy sneezed and put her arms around her shoulders. Candy did too. Are you children cold? I asked. They nodded. I went inside and sent out their coats with one of the housekeepers. That was when I went into the office. What had just happened made me very frightened for the children. I picked up the receiver and asked our phone operator to get hold of the F.B.I. for me. I waited for a while and tried to remember everything about the man and his car. Then I was very pleased to remember I had committed to memory the license number. I closed my hand around the license.

The phone spent some time ringing in my ears. I wondered what was taking them so long to answer me when they broke into the ringing and said, F.B.I. May I transfer your call?

Then I felt like an idiot. How was I to explain this to anyone? I need to talk to someone about a man who is looking at the children of the Congresswoman from Massachusetts.

I was told to hold on for one moment and I then was talking to an agent named James Cameron.

James Cameron

When Carla finished with her version of the case, I thanked her. I hung up my phone. I shook my head and wondered just how silly did she think we were looking up the person of Santa Clause as she had described him. The only thing we had that was of a factual nature was a car license number and I called our records lab with the numeral and asked for the information on it. That was when I was shocked to find out that the man we were looking into was a real person and had the name of Kris Kringle. I had the name looked for when he was cited and looked up as much as I could about him. I could barely believe what I was hearing.

As you will find out later I carry a gun and I can use it. I do not use it often but I can and will if necessary by the state of affairs. Surprisingly, I did not think I would need it this time because the suspect seemed like a quiet kind of offender. But those are sometimes the worst kind of violent characters breaking out when you least expect them to erupt. Then again he might be an innocent man not doing anything criminal. We would apologize if we had to interrupt his life with our investigations but we had to scrutinize him because he looked like he was on the wrong side of the law. He was doing things that were questionable to anybody who was even just looking at him.

The first time we heard anything about him was when one of the congresswomen’s secretaries contacted us by telephone and asked for an investigation of a man who was watching her employer’s children. That was when her phone call sent the case to me for the congresswoman’s problem and the need to solve it as quickly as possible. I am usually in charge of kidnappings when the child has already been taken by a perpetrator. Then it was usually easier for us being many times the culprit is a relative or friend of the family and we just track them down with questions and examinations of information, but sometimes it is different with an entirely separate compilation of people who set out to commit the crime. I hoped it was not that way this time, but it looked like our suspect was a contact man for someone else because all he seemed to do was to write things in a notebook which he carried with a pen that he took from a receptacle in the spine.

We were called in because, as the secretary said, the suspect was easy to see. She had done it many times. He was an overweight man and had brown hair and a white beard. He wore common ordinary clothes except that he put on a hat which was a red fur-like substance and had a long white furry trim around the bottom near his forehead. The hat also had a white ball shaped tassel on the top which he tossed over the right side of his face. It was probably an easy way to hide his identity, because as the secretary had said, he did look like Santa Claus. This was probably just a way to hide his real face in a hat and under a beard and to put people off of his real occupation. I did not know what that occupation was and I did not care. I simply had to investigate the man. The agents I had set on him brought me just enough information to make me definitely curious about our subject.

He was constantly going to the schools and play areas where there were the children of congressional members of all kinds. Not only did he check on the congress worker’s children but he seemed to be doing it for all of the children, too. We were sure this was just a ruse to keep his real targets, the congress worker’s children, from being noticed. But