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Chapter One: The stake-out This case was proving harder to crack than a Tootsie Roll pop. Speaking of sweets, my partner was having no trouble making short work of his Candy Cane. Unfortunately for the big green guy, there was more at stake than the chewability of sugary goodness. My job, for instance. We had been tracking ourselves a slippery crook by the name of Dr. Kendrick. Dr. KenDRECK, more like it. I had long suspected that this slippery fiend was keeping the good folk of our fair city from reaching the sweet stuff. He was the worst type of jerk imaginable to a kid like me--a dentist. My suspicions first became aroused three months