Hunted (The Iron Druid Chronicles, Book Six)

this some kind of social experiment? You want me to get a hundred and forty-four Samoans and cram them into your cabin with a case of whiskey?”
    “No, I said Samoas. The Girl Scout Cookies with chocolate and coconut. Luxury item outside of the States, you know. I’ve seen them go for fifty bucks on the Malaysian black market, but they’re only four dollars a box for us. The problem is they’re out of season right now, so it’s going to be tough.”
    “Out of season?”
    “Yeah, they don’t sell them year-round, Hal. It’s usuallyJanuary through April and here we are in October. I’m sure you can find them somewhere, but it’s going to be tough. This is a major quest I’m giving you here.”
    “I’m too old to be chasing after Girl Scout Cookies.”
    “Well, I’m older, and I’m paying you to be my lil’ cookie monster.”
    “This is not why I have a law degree.”
    “No, but the law degree is why you get to charge me that hourly rate.”
    Hal sighed audibly through the phone. His frustration carried across the Atlantic very well. “How did our conversation get to this place? I mean, didn’t we start with everyone trying to kill you? Let’s go back to the part where you said they already killed you once.”
    “Hal, I don’t have time to explain. I borrowed this phone and need to give it back. Just have an associate of yours show up at Le Grand Bleu with a fat stack of bills and get that contraband to the cabin. Pretty please.”
    “Fine, but I’m going to bill you for my therapy session.”
    “You do that. Oh, and we have a few local vendors who would probably appreciate some reimbursement for my activities today. Have your dude also drop off a few hundred euros at this store.” I gave him the address of the clothier as well as the café from which we’d snaffled lunch, and he quickly rang off before I could think of anything else for him to do.
    I slipped the phone back into the teen’s purse and then dissolved my camouflage. Granuaile was about a half block away with Oberon sitting by her side, and he was getting plenty of attention.
     he commented as a pair of women paused to smile at him and scratch him behind the ears.
    Oberon, you’re doing that thing again where your ego replaces your reason
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    Don’t get carried away, now
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    I ignored his gibe and said,
We’re going to be heading indoors to eat. Ready to squeeze underneath a table?
    
    Okay. Where do you want to plonk down?
    Oberon wandered around to the rear of the restaurant and stretched out against the wall.
    You mean seconds?
    
    I cast camouflage on him to prevent someone from calling in a stray and then took Granuaile’s hand and squeezed it gently. For another hour, perhaps two, we would have some time to enjoy our lives instead of running for them. She smiled at me and leaned in for a quick kiss. We decided, however, to give it an extended run.
    
    You’re supposed to be asleep
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    We granted him mercy and circled the building to geta table in the restaurant, camouflaging our weapons and taking them inside. Tables of a light wood awaited us, along with rattan-style chairs in a cold gray. We eschewed alcohol—we’d be swimming soon—but ordered some challenging items for our digestive systems.
    I opted for something that translated literally to
monkfish in an algae shirt
, but monkfish are famously unconcerned with wearing clothing. It really meant that the monkfish was wrapped in