Without mysteries, life would be slower than two slugs waltzing (but not quite as slimy). Luckily for me, life is full of mysteries — but some of them come at a steep price.
Working this one case, I nearly lost my detective mojo — and to a guy so dim, he’d probably play goalie for the darts team. True, he was only a cog in a larger conspiracy. But this big buttinsky made my life more uncomfortable than a porcupine’s embrace.
When he solved a case that had me and Natalie baffled, my reputation took a nosedive. But when this wannabe detective went missing, I had to find him or face a stint behind bars — and we’re not talking the jungle gym.
