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“Well, we need to talk to the owner,” I say as I shut down my computer. “Find out if he misplaced some of his sauce recently.”
Trevor sits up fast. “Are we going now?” he asks.
“No. In the morning,” I say, reaching for my coat. “I’m clocking off.”
He grunts in disappointment but perks up quickly. “No, you’re right. Morning is better. That way, we can bring back some of those amazing brunch burritos. Good thinking, Silva.”
I furrow my brow. “Why am I the last to know about this food truck?”
“Because you have no taste.”
“How long has it been around?” I ask.
“A few years.”
“There’s my excuse, then. I’ve been a little busy raising a child.”
He points a finger. “You should take the kid to Hot Sauce. Develop that spice palate early.”
“If I hate spicy food, then she probably will, too.”
“Does her dad like spicy food?”
“No idea,” I answer. “Never met the guy.”
“Oh, that’s right.” He laughs. “You’re a strong, independent woman who don’t need no man… except for that one time when you bought some guy’s spunk off the internet.”
I cringe. “Well, the first half was accurate.”
“I don’t know how you could do that, Silva,” he says, shaking his head. “A child needs a mother and a father.”
“A child needs a stable support system of people who love it unconditionally, which Charlotte has in spades,” I argue. “Also, do me a favor and mind your own business.”
“Yeah, yeah,” he mutters.
Okay, that was a little more than me giving him the usual shit, but when someone questions my parenting, I can go a little mama bear. What can I say? I love my kid. I regret nothing about my daughter and I never will.
“Hey, Silva!”
Dougie waves at me from his desk.
“What’s up?” I ask.
“Got a message from Detective Wells.”
“What’d he say?”
“Too hot.”
I nod. “Well, keep on him. I want to know what he knows as soon as things cool down.”
He gives me a thumbs up and goes back to his call.
I reach beneath my desk for my handbag. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Trev. Bright and early.”
He raises his fists as I make my way toward the stairwell. “Taco truck!”
“Murder investigation!” I say, raising one fist.
