“Look Smellephant, tortoise, hare, everybody got the racket, no?”<\/p>\n
“No,” I said agreeably. “I mean, um, yes.”<\/p>\n
“Today hare beats tortoise. Maybe tomorrow tortoise beats hare. Is good for everyone.” Tommy gestured expansively. “So far is all good. Is big town. Is plenty lettuce to go around.”<\/p>\n
I nodded. He was making sense.<\/p>\n
“Then one day somebody new comes in, messes with things. Upsets the cart of apples.”<\/p>\n
“Sure, the apple cart.”<\/p>\n
Tommy looked at me sharply. “You got a problem with cart of apples?”<\/p>\n
“The cart of apples,” I said hastily. No point in quibbling.<\/p>\n
He sipped his tea, looking reflective for a moment. “Whiskers and me, got long history. Is good history. Sure ok, differences between hare and tortoise. But always we work it out.”<\/p>\n
“You guys went way back, huh?”<\/p>\n
“Da. This town used to be different. Honor among thieves was more than just nice words.” For a moment I thought Tommy was going to lose it. “OK, what’s past is past. Now hare is dead. But not from Tommy.”<\/p>\n
“Yeah, I get it,” I said. Tommy’s old school — if he says he didn’t kill you, you can believe him. “So the hare was iced, and you’re being set up. But why? Who else is in the lettuce racket?”<\/p>\n
The tortoise shook his head sadly. “Is different kind of lettuce. Whiskers was, how you say, branching out. Faking the papers.”<\/p>\n
“Counterfeiting? That’s a new angle.”<\/p>\n
He gave me a long searching look, and I could tell he was deadly serious. “Yes, is new angle. You follow that angle and go straight. Find real killer.”<\/p>\n
I suddenly thought of Manny. Maybe this is what the parrot was trying to tip me off about. Maybe I was looking for a single killer. Maybe it was time to get out of Turtle Town and find out who had really iced Whiskers.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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