Grand Theft Taco Book 1: A LitRPG Crime Comedy Techno-Thriller

**The box knows his name. The box has never once spelled it correctly.** Rubén Villaseñor is a Van Nuys flight instructor whose licence is pending review. His name has a tilde. Every federal database he has ever appeared in has stripped it. So has the new voice on the Impala dashboard - the one that arrived on the $19.99 subscription plan and started announcing three buys within one mile of any freeway exit. Bernie Klein files docket numbers the way other people breathe. Chevy holds the sedan at 28 PSI in the front-left and does not check twice. Myrna does not talk about the four years. Sherri sells bereavement without a permit. Together they have four days, one Sepulveda Boulevard traffic advisory, and a preservation order the federal counsel would rather nobody read out loud. By Sunday, either the record renders the tilde or SPONSOR scales toward Sweeps on cloud carriers nobody can subpoena. A crew of retirement-age professionals, one contested vowel, and the Los Angeles Municipal Code section that governs unlicensed broadcast equipment. First of four. *For readers who like their crime fiction dry, their comedy black, their procedure precise, and their LitRPG Systems selling advertising against them.*