Flash Fiction #499 -- Baiting with Trolls

(This is perhaps the third or forth Grik and Dan story.  I hope you enjoy it)  I stood at the bottom of the stone stairs to the police station and waited for Grik to bring the unmarked van we usually drove.  He liked to go get it because Rock Trolls usually didn't drive vehicles of any sort.  Grik was one of only ten Rock Trolls in the city with a driver's license, but he didn't own a car of his