Oberon's Meaty Mysteries_The Squirrel on the Train by Kevin Hearne

Author:Kevin Hearne [Hearne, Kevin]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Subterranean Press
Published: 2017-11-30T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter 6:

There Are Rules

About Tacos

Once Suluk drove off to the east in the Charger, Atticus called Detective Ibarra and asked if he could buy her tacos for lunch. She gave him an address and he said we’d meet her there in an hour. We drove back to the cabin, fixed up a snack for Starbuck and Orlaith, and then we shifted to the Japanese Garden in Washington Park where Atticus had bound a tree. We had to jog from there to 16th and NW Northrup in the Pearl District, where there was a taco cart that the detective claimed had the best tacos in Portland.

It was called Frogtown Tacos, and they made their tortillas fresh right in front of you on a hot grill thingie. Atticus bought a huge mess of carne asada tacos, four of them just for me, and asked that they leave off the onions on mine. We took them back to the detective’s tiny car and the humans sat on the hood and chowed down while I properly wolfed down my tacos once Atticus unwrapped them for me. They were so delicious and I had to make sure she knew I appreciated it.

<Atticus, you need to tell Detective Ibarra she has fantastic taste. I think she’s all right and it’s probably okay to call her Gabriela now.>

Uh, no, buddy, I don’t think she’d appreciate being called by her first name. We don’t have that kind of relationship.

That confused me. <Humans can share amazing tacos with someone and spill stuff out the ends and stain their clothing yet still maintain formal relationships? I thought sharing tacos automatically meant you were friends.>

I wish the world worked that way, but it doesn’t.

<Well, at least tell her she knows good food!>

“You’re right, Detective,” Atticus said around a mouthful. “These are the best tacos in Portland.”

“Right?” she said, her mouth also full. She smacked her lips a couple of times and waved a hand around at the intersection. “I mean, it’s got shit for seating, I know, but you can’t beat the quality.”

“Well, I’ve got shit for details, but you can’t beat the tip I have for you.”

“Oh yeah? What’s that?”

“Someone working the case in your department is taking money from the same people who paid to have Keane and Medina killed. You have a corrupt cop on your force.”

Detective Ibarra stopped chewing and glared at Atticus in silence for a few decades. He did not appear concerned—in fact, he made me proud by stuffing half a taco into his face, showing that he had no intention of elaborating on that no matter how dirty a look she gave him. When she raised one eyebrow at him in an attempt to make him talk, he just raised one of his eyebrows in return, his cheeks puffed out like a chipmunk. She shook her head, finished chewing, and dabbed at her mouth with a paper napkin before saying anything more.

“On what evidence are you basing this accusation?”

Atticus took a moment to clear his mouth before saying, “I can’t share that.

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