“What’s with that village?” Gomez grumbled, standing in his swivel chair that went on spinning when he kicked it out of his way.
Natalie and the rest looked at him with understanding eyes. They knew how everyone had been coping with the series of mishaps their team had been put into. They were like naïve children walking into the dense forest looking for a house made of chocolate, but they ended up face to face with a mountain troll with a giant club ready to smash them.
“These cases are making us search for a needle in mounds of hay.” He sighed. Frustration was all over his face because another case was yet to be added to their impossible-to-be-solved files.
He took his notebook and gave Natalie an inquisitive look.
“You coming, detective?”
Natalie smiled and nodded. She left her sea
