Nothing Comes After Z by Ana Manwaring

Author:Ana Manwaring
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: thriller, private eye, female sleuth, private investigator, thriller novel, suspense novel, thriller crime, mexico cartels, suspense crime, crime cartels
Publisher: Indies United Publishing House, LLC

...took the stairs. Faster.

“Quint, Quint! He’s one of the thugs who transported Lily and Evie to Tlalnepantla,” I shouted from the doorway, aiming the Glock toward the fracas in the petunias.

“Get out here, girl,” he demanded. “Hold this guy here. He came from the back,” Quint said and stepped aside as I slid into place, gun aimed at the man’s back. The thick scent of the trampled flowers filled the air. Poor Tonalli had just planted them.

I watched my father slink around the corner of the house toward the laundry room and backyard. Going where? He disappeared behind the tall sycamore tree growing up from the foundation bed, blocking my view of the rest of the side yard. I heard the laundry room door scrape across the jamb. My captive squirmed and the hood pulled aside revealing his cheek—a fang dripping tears just like Lily had said.

“Don’t move.” I stomped on the man’s bound hands. He let out a groan. I bet that hurt, what with his arms yanked tight behind his back. I could see the strain in his shoulders. He didn’t look like the kind of guy who practiced yoga, but from the muscles popping through his jeans, I knew he worked out. If he kicked out at me, he’d knock me over. I took a step back, watching his feet. I could see a dark stain seeping into the dirt below his left leg. This guy was tough. I’d be writhing and crying by now. I hoped the wound didn’t fill up with fertilizer and bug spray. Reading my thoughts, tattoo man strained his head up to look at me. Was that a grimace of pain on his lips? Or a sneer. On his neck a tattoo—Z187. My bleeding heart cauterized. A Zeta, coming for Lily and me.

The door scraped closed and Quint’s bulky shadow stumped from behind the tree trunk in the twilight, followed by a bounding Pepper. Pepper had been closed into the laundry?

“Hey, what’s going on?”

Pepper yodeled a greeting and pranced to the hog-tied Zeta, sniffing and growling. I pulled him away. “Why was my dog shut up in the laundry?” I demanded.

“He was guarding our prisoner, Jade.”

I eyed the trussed man on the ground, “I thought this was the prisoner?”

“This pendejo is Z187, a Zeta foot soldier come to either rescue or kill Anibal—”

“Then Anibal... was in the laundry room?” I asked, as a faint dawning of recollection intensified in my mind. Mrs. P nervously looking toward the corner. “Why would he have come back?”

He jerked his ear toward the sycamore. “Yeah. I caught him poking around last night.”

I looked up at the tree. It was dark enough I could see lights glowing in the windows of the second floor through the boughs. Lily’s and my rooms. “You think Anibal was going to try and kidnap us by climbing the tree?” I puffed out a breath. Ani wasn’t exactly Jungle Jim. I jerked my head toward Z187. “So let’s give Anibal to him.”

The Cretin remained silent—a pro.

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