The Last Girl by Danny Lopez

Author:Danny Lopez
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Oceanview Publishing
Published: 2017-10-22T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

I SHOULD HAVE packed up my things and taken the next flight out. That would have been the logical thing to do. Get the fuck out of Mexico. Go face the music. Maybe even walk into the DA’s office with Brian Farinas and offer them my help, give them a full confession.

I had found Maya, and while she’d shed an ugly light on Nick Zavala, it did not get me any closer to the murderer. My sights were now on Tiffany. I’d had two options and I’d chosen the wrong one. Now that Maya had shown me who Nick was, I realized the answer to who murdered Nick probably lay with Tiffany.

I’d fucked up.

And now I was doing it again. All my evidence, my crazy Maya document, and even what little intuition I had about this kind of thing, was telling me to go back, come clean with the cops, and move on with my life. But instead of leaving and going home to Sarasota, I stayed.

Flor awoke something in me that had been lost in limbo ever since I was laid off from the damn paper. That one night with her was like a breath of fresh air. Being with her reminded me why I was put on this earth in the first place. Seeing her enthusiasm for the axolotl, her perseverance and belief in its importance for Mexico and the human race had led her on a seven-year investigation and an eight-month search in the mud of Xochimilco. Despite finding nothing, she hadn’t stopped searching. And she was not going to stop until she found it.

And I suppose in a way, she had hope for me. Maybe she didn’t realize it but she had given me hope in myself.

I was convinced I should go home and face the music, settle the business of Nick’s murder with the cops and expose the man for what he really was, find Tiffany—who could lead me to the murderer—and be done with this business. But I couldn’t go. Not yet.

I wanted to be here, in this city of stone and smoke. I wanted to lie next to Flor, caress her hair and feel her heart beating against my flesh. She was like a tonic. She made me feel alive. I wanted more of that. I wanted all I could get from her. And I wanted to offer her whatever she needed—encouragement, admiration for what she was doing—for what she gave me. So I did what every fool who is falling for a woman would do: I invited her to dinner.

We met at nice little restaurant in La Roma, the neighborhood where Maya once lived. It looked like an extension of La Condesa, the hip neighborhood where Flor lived. But La Roma felt more open, more residential in some sections. The place she chose, El Traspatio, was a funky outdoor place with a lot of wood and stone in the yard of a large house. It was quaint and hip, and housed in a tiny space that brought us closer together.

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