Kisses, crises, Christmas trees

Prologue - The reunion

The ground under Conan's feet creaked softly. He stopped immediately.

"I hope you don't find me!", Conan thought immediately. He had

Luck. The two men at the coffee table in an empty house

sat, were just absorbed in their conversation: "Do you think that will work?

Otherwise she'll screw everything up for us! This goat is really stupid!

Why is she the boss's darling, this Vermouth? ", Gin had

complained about vermouth, as she and vodka was now allowed to order him around.

Vodka replied something Conan couldn't understand. In this one just came

a great joy: he had finally found them, these men in black!