Dog Gone Lies (Pacheco & Chino Mysteries Book 1) Read Online Free

very good. There’s also a small bar just off of the dining room serving drinks and snacks. Thank you for staying with us. Your room is 125, which is directly down this hall to your left. Can I help you with anything else?”
    “No, you’ve been very helpful. Thanks so much. Did I mention that I have a dog with me? Is that okay?”
    “Yes, ma’am. I saw your dog. He’s very beautiful. Is he a show dog?”
    “He is. That’s where we were headed, to a dog show that starts tomorrow in El Paso.”
    “There’s no problem with the dog staying in your room. We would request that if there are other guests in the public areas that you limit the dog to going or coming from the room. But since we’re a little slow today he can more or less have the run of the place.”
    Monica thanked the man again and headed to her room. It sounded like she might be the only guest, which felt a little spooky, but it would be nice for Bruce.
    Once in the room, Monica called the El Paso hotel and spoke to the desk clerk. She told the woman that she wouldn’t be needing a room for that night since she was stuck in T or C with car trouble—she confirmed her room reservation for the next night. She then dialed back to the hotel and asked for Betty’s room. Getting voice mail, she left the message that she had some car trouble and wouldn’t be in El Paso tonight but expected to be there before noon tomorrow. She apologized to Betty and told her not to worry. She also left the name and number of the Hot Springs Inn.

Saturday
    Ray arrived at Tyee’s camp right on time. Scary huge fishing guides can make you very punctual. He searched the camp site area but didn’t find Mr. Chino. Thinking that he might have headed down to the lake, Ray began the small hike toward the water. After going a short distance, he spotted Tyee working on getting gear into a small boat.
    “Good morning, Mr. Chino.” Ray waved as he called out.
    “Yet to know if good morning. We will see soon.”
    The response wasn’t warm and friendly, but compared to the day before it was a hearty welcome.
    “I didn’t introduce myself yesterday. I’m Ray Pacheco.” No response from the guide.
    Ray went on down and helped as much as he could, which was limited since he didn’t know what needed to be done and Tyee wasn’t saying anything.
    “Are there basic things I’ll need to know before we get started?” Ray asked, thinking
what the hell, might as well ask this mute mountain of a man something
. Depending on the answer he might not want to go out onto the lake with this guy.
    “Yes.”
    Great, they just had a conversation. This wasn’t going to be easy. Ray decided that there would be conversation when Chino wanted it, so Ray should just shut up and wait.
    “First will talk about boat safety. Even if you good swimmer, you wear life vest. Is small and should not bother you, but it could save your life. I not wear vest because I’m Tyee and not fall in water.”
    Ray was thinking the first lesson seemed to be along the lines of:
you’re an idiot and I’m not
. Of course when it came to boats and fishing, maybe Ray was an idiot.
    “Second we talk about equipment—what it does, how to handle, and make sure isn’t damaged.”
    Tyee began a discussion of the various rods, lures and baits he had already stowed on the boat. His descriptions were clear and precise. After some time, Ray started to understand some of the equipment and how it was used. Tyee made it clear that types of lures and bait choices were dependent on the type of fish you were trying to catch, time of year, time of day, lake temperature, sunny or cloudy weather, personal preference, and a host of other considerations. Ray was starting to get overloaded. At first the man said nothing—now he wouldn’t shut up.
    “Mr. Chino, I was wondering— ”
    “Please call me Tyee.”
    “Sure, okay. Tyee, I was wondering how you can possibly remember all of the variables you just described to decide what to