Sins of the Father and Mother (A Tanner Novel Book 42) by Remington Kane

Author:Remington Kane [Kane, Remington]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Year Zero Publishing, LLC
Published: 2021-03-15T16:00:00+00:00

Vicky took the clothes off a man who had suffered a head wound. She hadn’t worn clothes in years, and it felt strange, it was doubly odd because the clothing was male and too big for her. Her feet swam in the shoes and even with the belt as tight as she could make it, the pants wanted to fall down. She rushed back to her room and claimed the knife she had hidden there. She used it to poke new holes in the belt. In one of the other rooms, she found pillowcases. She used them to stuff the money and drugs into, to have something to carry them in. She was breathing hard because she was unaccustomed to exerting herself and although she wasn’t afraid, she felt a sense of urgency.

The shooting had been loud. Someone would come to investigate, possibly more drug people or the police. She had to get out of there.

When Vicky opened the door, she saw several vehicles. Beyond that there was nothing but fields of green. The brothel was at the center of a vast avocado farm. Looking at the cars made her realize that she’d forgotten to grab a set of keys. It would also be a good idea to take one of the guns.

As Vicky went back inside, the girl named Angel struggled to stand on her injured leg. She called to her.

“Take me with you.”

Vicky ignored her and went back into the office. She decided to take a handgun rather than a rifle. The one she claimed was a Glock. She took it off a dead man who had soiled his pants. He was the best dressed of the bunch, so Vicky figured that he might also have the best weapon. She knew almost nothing about guns but did know that they needed bullets if they were going to be useful. After checking the man’s pockets, she came across a key fob and a spare magazine for the gun.

Angel had made it outside and was looking around. She was dressed in a short red silk robe.

“I always thought that we were in a city, but it’s a damn farm.”

Vicky walked past her and headed for a black Mercedes. She tossed the money and the drugs in the trunk and climbed behind the wheel.

Angel hobbled up to the side of the car, she was trailing blood. “Take me with you. I can help. Do you even speak Spanish?”

“I understand it enough,” Vicky said, and started the engine.

“You took their stuff, didn’t you? The drugs and money?”

“Why would I leave it behind?”

“The drugs, the money, they belong to a cartel; they must. They’ll send people after you, and with your face, you won’t be hard to find.”

Vicky had placed the car in drive, then paused. Angel had a point. Her face would make it difficult for her to do anything, no matter how much money she had. And she was in a foreign country, which would make it harder still.

“Get in the car,” Vicky said.

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