Secrets of an Aztec Temple by Paty Jager

Author:Paty Jager
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Mexico City, action adventure, art and drug trafficking, international thriller, anthropology archeology
Publisher: Windtree Press
Published: 2014-05-15T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Nineteen

Tino rubbed a hand over his face as he settled down on the bed that hours ago had held the dead body of Cezar. He knew the house staff had put new coverings on the bed and had cleaned out all of Cezar’s belongings, but a chill still rippled up his spine. As Garza’s new righthand man he had the only single room for employees, but he’d also had to go farther than he’d ever had to go before to play his part. His gut clenched and bile rose into his throat.

With the help of Manny, the most sadistic guard in Garza’s employ in Mexico, he’d tortured the two bikers and discovered they were working for the Alvarez brothers and Cezar had been the one feeding them information. What he and Garza didn’t understand was the route had been changed after Cezar’s death. So who, using Cezar’s name, told them of the change? And they discovered, which Tino already knew, Cezar was not killed by the Alvarez brothers. The two bikers had been stunned when they heard he was dead.

Once Garza had the information he wanted, he told them to take the bikers heads and leave them on the Alvarezes’ doorstep. Tino left that detail to Manny. The man drove off with the severed bodies and heads and a maniacal grin on his face.

Sitting on the bed rehashing the events, yet trying to not remember the gory ones, he wished he could lose himself in Isabella’s sweet concern and tantalizing body. Many more days like today and he’d walk away without any regrets or doubts. If he didn’t, he would be such a vile wounded man he wouldn’t be worthy to love Isabella.

He stared up at the ceiling and wished his querida was in his arms. He smiled at her outrage over his commenting she was not his partner. They had become inexplicably connected during their time in Guatemala.

His eyes closed, his breathing slowed, and he dreamed of dancing with Isabella at their wedding. She was dressed in a white dress and he in a white suit. He could smell her exotic scent and hear her wonderful childlike laugh.

The beep of his phone shot him to a sitting position. He rubbed a hand over his face and groped the items on the small table by his bed. Cupping the phone, he hit the button with his thumb, noting Rico’s number and answered. “¿Sí?”

“Your bird hasn’t roosted.”

Rico’s cryptic statement ricocheted around in his head bringing him immediately awake. He looked at the time. Three a.m. She should have been tucked into her room at the hostel unless she was researching. But what? “She could still be in the museum.”

“She isn’t.”

Anger took hold. “How do you know?”

“I have a security guard in the building. He checked. She is not there.”

“¡Coño! Did she leave Garza’s?”

“Sí. I picked her up myself and dropped her at the hostel. My person saw on the tapes she arrived at the museum at eight but did not leave.

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