ZACHARY QUIROA
Human
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Ange
Last seen Jun 23, 2024 14:58:19 GMT
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Post by ZACHARY QUIROA on Mar 29, 2023 18:43:45 GMT
Fuck. Fuck. Fuckfuckfuckfuck!
Shoulders hunched under his jacket, Zach bolted down the street. Some old geezer with a pair of yappy little dogs hollered after him as he got tangled in their leashes, but he didn’t dare stop until he was a couple of blocks away and sure that nobody was immediately behind him. That Ricky hadn’t followed him for now.
Pooled sweat felt like ice in the hollow of his spine as he darted around a dumpster and pressed himself back against the filthy brick wall. Zach turned his head slowly, straightening up just enough that he could get a look at the end of the alley. Like Manny, Ricky could change his face as easy as most other people changed their socks. Two seconds after he’d left, with Ricky’s gaze still burning holes between his shoulder blades, someone else coulda been strolling out after him. The dog walker, Ricky’s partner, even Hector – anybody who wouldn’t raise suspicion around here.
Folks strolled by, briefly lit by the sun that pooled there, but not down here behind the stinking dumpster – what the fuck were people eating in this town? Zach watched for a moment, lifting a hand to rub his knuckles under his nose before he cringed away from it. God only knew what he’d touched back here. He swallowed, inching away from the wall and the germs that’d cling like the oily feeling of his failure that was already spreading over his skin.
Manny’s aim since they’d got here had seemed to be ticking Ricky off, like he finally wanted him to try and make some kind of a move on the cartel. It was the equivalent of one of those lion tamer fools putting their head in the big cat’s mouth to prove that they could. Ricky had always seemed prepared to just let them be, but at some point those jaws could close and then it wasn’t just gonna be Manny getting his throat ripped out by the razor sharp teeth of the law, it’d be both of them.
He waited another couple of minutes, creeping out a little further from the dumpster with each passing person. Not a single one of them even looked his way. They were all going about their peaceful little lives here, shopping for dinner the way his ma woulda done, strolling to and from work, enjoying a day off maybe, none of them imagining what was lurking in their little town.
Church mouse quiet, Zach eventually reached the mouth of the alleyway. By now Manny was probably hollering his name loud enough to have the walls of the club rattling. Oh, it was gonna be worse when he actually got there and explained where he’d been, but better than if he kept his mouth shut about finding out that Ricky was trailing him. Keeping secrets from Manny was a death sentence – even if you got away with it in the short term, that shit would come out eventually and then Manny wouldn’t hesitate to kill you. He mighta been close to Manny his whole damn life, but that wouldn’t do a thing if he started trying to keep stuff from him.
There was no sign of Ricky or the idiot he’d thought Ricky had been when he snuck a glance out of the alley. The street was still bustling with people, but they were all strangers. Gracias a Dios! Head down, his heart beating fast enough to leave him feeling light headed, Zach speed walked the rest of the way to the club. That burning itch was still there between his shoulder blades and wasn’t gonna fade now. He slammed through the front door of the club, slapping it closed and locking it behind him. Maybe Hector’s staff wouldn’t like that he had, but screw that.
Knowing that Manny could probably smell the fear rolling off of him along with the stench of his sweat, Zach scurried towards where Manny stood at the bar. His step only hitched faintly as he drew attention to himself. ”Sorry! I was tryin’ to catch up and … I saw him. Ricky … he’s …” Zach gestured back over his shoulder, flapping one hand vaguely. ”He was out on the street, watching you. I didn’t know it was him, he was all …” Another gesture, this time at his own face to indicate that Ricky wasn’t really Ricky. ”I’m pretty sure I lost him…” That didn’t mean Ricky hadn’t known exactly where he was gonna go. No matter how far it had stretched when Ricky had left the family, that cord was still there between the brothers.
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MANOLO DE LA PEÑA
Shapeshifter
Posts: 42
Age:
33
Occupation:
Business Owner
Status:
Single
Played by:
Jodi
If only hell didn’t feel like home
Last seen Oct 20, 2024 19:41:48 GMT
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Post by MANOLO DE LA PEÑA on May 8, 2023 14:21:18 GMT
The thought was bubbling in the back of his mind to pack up his business and move out of Mystic Falls because Ricky was close by. Sniffing around and poking his nose where it didn’t belong, like a true narc. It made his blood boil when he thought about it for a little too long. Traitor was a name that had stuck to Ricky, assigned to him by their dad. He’d never be welcome in the de la Peña’s household again. Whilst Ricky would find no dirt on Manny it still didn’t stop Manny from looking over his shoulder more frequently. It was surprising he hadn’t broken his neck by the amount of head jerking he did every single day. That’s why he had Zach out there though. He acted as a second pair of eyes for Manny and if Ricky was planning some kind of intervention then Zach was responsible for letting Manny know. The only person he trusted enough with that job, but he had spent years earning that trust. A level of trust other men in the business could only dream of, knowing they’d never reach that high. Once upon time Manny had been foolish enough to trust Ricky and look what happened. He betrayed Manny. It hurt. No, he wasn’t going to slip away from Mystic Falls and give his brother the satisfaction that he had pushed him out of town. The place was big enough for the two of them, but in the meantime he needed to find out more about this man who worked with Ricky. Was he a threat? Did Manny need to make him disappear, permanently? Ricky would know immediately that Manolo was involved if that happened though. Manny grabbed his glass off the bar, knocking back the rest of the whiskey that lay at the bottom. He wasn’t one of those unemployed bottom feeders who could afford to sit in a bar all day, drinking until past midnight. He had things to do, starting with a few phone calls about the shipment that was due later that day. Columbia’s finest goods were currently on their way to America. He was about to stand up when the front door to the club slammed shut, causing staff and Manny to look over. Immediately, Manny jumped to his feet, one hand resting on his waistband. “Watching me?” He rushed over toward the door, peering through the glass with wild eyes, scanning the surroundings outside. There was no one there. He spun back around to face Zach, “How do you know it was him? Did you speak to him?” So, Ricky was out there playing the face swapping game too. He knew his brother better than anyone, but there was a chance he wouldn’t spot him immediately in a sea of strange faces. ZACHARY QUIROA |
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ZACHARY QUIROA
Human
Posts: 66
Played by:
Ange
Last seen Jun 23, 2024 14:58:19 GMT
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Post by ZACHARY QUIROA on May 23, 2023 18:39:41 GMT
Shit. Manny was already into the bottle. It wasn’t like the alcohol would affect Manny the same way that it did him – he’d probably need to drink the club half dry for Manny to be pedo – it was still a little grease on the wheels of his sanity though. Zach drew his hand back from where he’d been gesturing towards where Ricky had supposedly been, tangling it in his dark curls. How much would it have taken for Manny not to be able to check himself, or for him not to be able to check Manny when this news really hit? A bottle or two? Even Manny wouldn’t have drunk that much already.
He swallowed hard, already imagining the feel of Manny’s fingers biting into his throat as he tried to shake the truth out of him. Close as he was, he’d stood by and watched as Manny had paid others back for their carelessness or deliberate betrayal before. Hell, he’d been the one cleaning up the mess after, muttering a novena over the bodies he’d shovelled the soil or the lye over. There wasn’t anybody here who’d do the same for him. Maybe the big hairy dude behind the bar would drag him far enough away from the club that it wasn’t obvious where he’d come from and leave him for the cops to find. His parents would know exactly what had happened if they got that call. They’d worked for the de la Peñas for years, keeping their own noses clean so they didn’t end up paying for their loyalty with blood.
’Por favor, que se enoje con el hombre correcto. Ten piedad de mí, jefe.’
Manny wouldn’t have taken well to him dragging Ricky in here – it was too much exposure, not his lieutenant’s place to be laying hands on his brother – but Zach wished he woulda arrived with something more than a shambling story. If he entirely told the truth then the burro who hadn’t seen Manny coming (and maybe didn’t know about any of this) would end up the one in the shallow grave instead.
Already up on his feet, Manny was rushing past him as he flicked his gaze up to meet Manny’s (it would’ve done if he’d had the self-control to sit still and hear all of this). ”Yeah, you,” he muttered, knowing that the question had probably been rhetorical. Enrique had always been single minded and since Manny had waved the red flag in front of that bull, that focus had been on the family again. ”Lurkin’ outside one of the stores, tryin’ not to be seen, you know?” AKA hiding with someone else’s face, stupidly it’d been someone from the cartel.
Realisation hit like a bucket of ice water. Zach turned slowly, swallowing hard as he stared at the doors, instead of Manny. Maybe he wasn’t so wrong to be paranoid. Why put on the face of someone familiar unless he wanted to get close. The cold sweat broke out again, building in the hollow of his spine until he wanted to tear it away. He had to squelch a flinch as Manny spun back around with that now unavoidable question.
Legs going weak, Zach thumped down on one of the stools at the bar, rubbing his hands down the thighs of his jeans. If he didn’t open his mouth then all of that crazy would be turned right around at him. ”I … I recognised him. He wasn’t him though. He…” Gesturing up at his face, Zach tried to indicate it without giving a name – although that was sure to come now. ”Soon as I realised I dragged him aside, asked what he was doin’.” Took a tidal wave of questions back once Ricky had stopped trying to play dumb too. ”Told him to stay away. I figured you wouldn’t want him here, right? I mean with everythin’ goin’ through the club. I kept doublin’ back on the way here, tried ta make sure there was no way he could follow me.” He’d still felt that pressure between his shoulder blades though. It was almost enough to have him bouncing up to his feet to lock the doors to the club – Hector would be pissed but fuck that guy.
Tagged: MANOLO DE LA PEÑA * Word Count: 709 Translation: Drunk / Please let him get mad at the right guy. Have mercy on me, boss. / Idiot (donkey) |
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MANOLO DE LA PEÑA
Shapeshifter
Posts: 42
Age:
33
Occupation:
Business Owner
Status:
Single
Played by:
Jodi
If only hell didn’t feel like home
Last seen Oct 20, 2024 19:41:48 GMT
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Post by MANOLO DE LA PEÑA on Jul 3, 2023 19:17:39 GMT
Their mom would be turning in her grave if she could see what had become of her two sons. It wasn’t so much that Ricky had wandered off towards the darkside or that Manny had taken over from their dad, but because of how much they hated each other now. Her wonderful sons who spent every waking minute with one another were now enemies. Manny had gone from looking up to Ricky to wanting him dead. He tried not to dwell on their past too much, instead focusing on the fact Ricky had betrayed his family. It helped to keep the burning ball of anger ignited inside of him. Alongside the anger was pure paranoia and unfortunately Zach was doing nothing to help quell that feeling. Ricky was out there, somewhere, watching Manny. There was a slight twitch in his eye as he looked for his brother outside, but there was no way he would make his way downstairs. Hector wouldn’t be inviting a cop into his bar. But what if Ricky had slipped through the cracks? Hector probably thought he was some kind of know-it-all but a shapeshifter could easily get into the bar, using another face. “Yes I know.” He responded bluntly. He knew exactly what Zach meant and he didn’t need it spelling out to him. He’d warned Ricky, telling him to back off before something bad would happen, but apparently Ricky had taken the threat too lightly, believing it not to be real. Manny needed to react, quickly but rationally. Another key would help to balance him out, aline his thoughts, but Hector had strict rules about that. He couldn’t step into Hector’s bad books either, risking his business. No one had stepped into the bar since Zach had arrived, but there were various customers spotted around the place. Manny watched each of them carefully, ready to attack if needed. He slowly retreated to his seat, not fully settled into it. “So you said…” It was the second time Zach had reminded him that Ricky was out there pretending to be someone out. He didn’t appreciate it. “What did he say when you asked him what he was doin’?” A threat from Zach probably fell on deaf ears, especially since Ricky had ignored Manny’s threat. ZACHARY QUIROA |
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ZACHARY QUIROA
Human
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Last seen Jun 23, 2024 14:58:19 GMT
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Post by ZACHARY QUIROA on Aug 2, 2023 16:14:59 GMT
Of course Manny knew. Zach’s mouth was desert dry as he swallowed hard. He wanted to go behind the bar and grab himself a drink to wash away the taste of his own fear, but moving around when Manny was all hyped up felt like being the sort of dumb mouse that ran right in front of the cat. You did something like that you almost deserved to feel the claws. He’d seen Manny play around with that paw before, getting people to run around and box themselves in. Then he’d helped to get rid of what was left of them afterwards. If he hadn’t learned how to handle Manny in this sort of mood by then, then he deserved to be dead.
Manny walking into the police station with a severed digit had been all about inflaming the situation with Ricky. He might was well have hung a banner right across the town square, announcing his intention to piss in his brother’s Cheerios here. Ricky might’ve been more subtle about turning a beady eye on his little brother than Manny had been about drawing his attention in the first place, but they’d all known that it would happen eventually right? The clock on this show down had been ticking from the moment that Ricky had decided to become a cop instead of taking his dad’s throne one day.
Zach could practically feel that second hand ticking faster and faster in his head now. Technically none of what had happened this afternoon had been his fault – in fact, spotting that Ricky was following cause he was late had given them all a heads up that they might not have otherwise had – but he still wasn’t sure if Manny was gonna believe that. His gaze had dropped from Manny. The boss was already studying the people in the bar, though, sending his heart up into his throat. He was sure that Ricky had scurried off, his little ruse of busting in here wearing somebody else’s face blown. Ricky went in one direction, he went in the other and came straight here, that had to mean that none of the people in here were him.
Relief rolled through him slowly as Manny sat down next to him. It didn’t mean that things were totally calm yet, but they were better. Zach swivelled on his seat, looking back at the bartender. ”Can we get some drinks? Thanks.” They’d been in often enough, establishing that connection with the boss man here that he didn’t feel like he had to get all specific. The alcohol wouldn’t do anything for Manny, for him maybe it would help settle the last of his nerves. Zach huffed out a breath as he twisted back around. ”He tried lyin’, pretendin’ that I was the one that was screwin’ up…” And he was. Mierda!
The beer clunked down behind him and Zach practically grabbed for the bottle. Gripping it like a lifeline thrown to a drowning man, he took long gulps before he stopped and swiped the back of the hand holding it across his mouth. ”When he finally stopped playin’ dumb he wanted to know what I’d had to do with the stuff at the station.” Which had been very little, that was all Manny’s ball game, although Ricky knew the depths of his loyalty and what he’d do if Manny asked him to. Zach’s damp lips pursed for a moment. ”He suggested me goin’ down to the station. I wasn’t goin’, no matter what happened. He started askin’ what we were doin’ here. I swear, boss, I didn’t tell him anythin’. I wouldn’t, ever.” Out of friendship, out of that mile long streak of loyalty, out of self-preservation as much as anything else. If he ever started singing about what he’d been involved in then both sides of this would want him dead.
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MANOLO DE LA PEÑA
Shapeshifter
Posts: 42
Age:
33
Occupation:
Business Owner
Status:
Single
Played by:
Jodi
If only hell didn’t feel like home
Last seen Oct 20, 2024 19:41:48 GMT
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Post by MANOLO DE LA PEÑA on Aug 9, 2023 20:56:59 GMT
If Zach had more than one brain cell rolling around in his head he’d realise the chances of Manny turning on him was significantly lower compared to everyone else. If he was anyone else he would have been killed a long long time ago, but he was clinging on because he dated back to before all the shit went down with Ricky. They were all friends at one point, playing in the park and making mud pies. That was all just a distant dark memory by now, memories which Manny wiped from his mind or at least tried to. Sometimes his thoughts would flicker back to his childhood, with Ricky by his side. Most of the time those memories filled him with rage though because his brother was a goddamn traitor. It was rare that a good idea came from Zach, but a drink was exactly what they needed. Just because he couldn’t hit the key didn’t mean he couldn’t hit the alcohol. “Hard liquor. None of your weak shit.” He didn’t want the idiot serving them both a beer. Manny needed something strong to burn his throat. “Enrique is a lyin’ asshole… always has been, always will be.” Now that was a lie. Unfortunately Ricky was a stickler for the rules, a sucker for telling the truth. Maybe. Manny wondered how much truth Ricky had shared with his little work friend, Joel. Ricky could have pinned a thousand things on Manny by now, yet he was still a free man. Was this idiot deaf? Manny’s brows knitted together as the employee placed down two bottles of beer. Fuck. He should have grabbed the bottle by its neck and swung it at the man behind the bar, but keeping the peace with Hector was more important. His fingers curled around the top of the bottle, he was still considering it, but he turned his attention back to Zach as the frown faded from his face. “Well, if he wants to know what we’re up to then he can come and speak to me himself instead of being a goddamn coward.” He brought his beer up to his lip, taking a long sip. It wasn’t hitting the same hard liquor would. “Can someone in here get me a fuckin’ whiskey.” He yelled out to the employee at the bottom end of the bar. He drew his attention back to Zach, “You sayin’ he invited you down to the station for some kind of interview? Cause if he wants to do that then he can grow some balls and arrest you.” Manny knew the grounds for arresting Zach would be weak as shit and their lawyer would have Zach out of there by dinner time. ZACHARY QUIROA |
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ZACHARY QUIROA
Human
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Post by ZACHARY QUIROA on Aug 31, 2023 17:51:43 GMT
All the people who worked at the club were loyal to Hector, but most should’ve been wise enough not to argue with Manny. Most didn’t take more than one demonstration before they started to show some respect to Manny. The guy behind the bar couldn’t have missed him rushing in here puffing and Manny’s subsequent twitching. If he was in the guy’s place he’d have found somewhere else to be for the time being. Forget the customers, saving your own neck was far more important. Zach’s gaze twitched back to the guy, something almost apologetic crept over his expression before he steeled it again. With Manny so wound up he wasn’t about to start looking soft.
Remembering the way Ricky had shoved him up against the brick wall in the alleyway, Zach squirmed his shoulders against the fabric of his shirt. His skin prickled, he’d definitely be carrying the marks of calling Ricky on his bullshit for the next couple of days. Ricky had obviously thought he was a weak enough bitch that shoving him around a little and spouting threats at him would’ve had him backing off. Picking between loyalty to Manny and the chances that Ricky would wanna make himself look like an idiot by running in some guy he had absolutely no proof had done anything illegal, he’d take Manny – and those scrapes – every damn time.
He snorted, his lip briefly lifting in a sneer. It was fine for Manny to be be insulting his big brother, but he knew things could flip quickly if someone else did the same. Learning how far far he could step with it had been a slow, cautious process. ”A bad liar,” Zach puffed. ”He thought for sure I couldn’t tell. Started tellin’ me I was juts paranoid and shit.” Just like his boss. Maybe Ricky had thought it’d all rubbed off on him. In some ways it had, but he was sure he could still tell the difference between a genuine threat and just some culero trying to blow hot air.
Grabbing without thinking, he hadn’t noticed that the hard liquor Manny had demanded hadn’t come, not until Manny was turning back to him and he saw the bottle in his hand. Fuck. Zach darted a look down to his own and back up. If Manny wasn’t smashing the bottle into the guy’s face already then maybe it was alright. He sipped at his beer, only relaxing when he saw the boss’ frown disappearing. ”He probably thinks I’m more likely to crack about it all. You know, he threatens me with some time in a cell and I break and start sellin’ everyone out to save my ass. If he thinks I ever would then he’s totally forgotten who I am.” And how loyal he was. Manny mighta thought his brother was chickenshit for not coming here himself, but Ricky wasn’t an idiot, you didn’t get where he was if you were.
”You want me to just go back there?” Zach asked, starting to stand as he eyed the bartender. Hector would probably bitch, but nobody would stand up to Manny and his people, not if they wanted the cub to still be standing at the end of the day. ”He said ‘how ‘bout I come down to the station with him and I tell him about what we were doing today and the meeting we had with Hector. If he had any clue what was goin’ on he’d have said more than that. He was fishing, that’s all. It’s not like he’s got me on any arrestable offences. You think he’s been in here and talkin’ to Hector’s people? How many of them’d be shittin’ their pants at a cop comin’, huh?” Zach hitched at his brows at the bartender, daring him to start puffing up about it, or go scurrying away with that guilty dog look on their face.
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MANOLO DE LA PEÑA
Shapeshifter
Posts: 42
Age:
33
Occupation:
Business Owner
Status:
Single
Played by:
Jodi
If only hell didn’t feel like home
Last seen Oct 20, 2024 19:41:48 GMT
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Post by MANOLO DE LA PEÑA on Sept 13, 2023 17:12:18 GMT
 Settling in a small town where no one knew his name was frustrating at times. The employee behind the bar viewed Manny as a mere customer, not a man who could have his finger removed and mailed to his parents. There was a line he needed to tow with Ricky so close by though. Manny didn’t run this town, yet, so he couldn’t throw his weight around too much. Just a little bit every now and then, but not enough to grab Ricky’s attention, even though the spotlight was already hovering over his head like a fucking beacon. Most of the time his antics would be brushed under the carpet, but Ricky would have sussed out Manny was behind something within an hour. Back in California the employee would have been chewing glass, but there was no slipping through the net in Mystic Falls when it came to casual grievous bodily harm. There would be a warrant out for his arrest, forcing Manny to leave behind a good business venture. There were times his anger did have limits, especially when it came to whether an outburst was going to fuck up his stream of money. He remembered the man’s face though, perhaps they could have a chat in a dark alley one evening, when no one else was around to witness. Ricky was clutching at straws if he really thought by dragging Zach into the station was going to give him the result he wanted. His little brother back on the right side of the law. What did he think would happen? Manny gives up his life of crime, they both move to the countryside and have the perfect life together? He could have sent Zach to do his dirt work, but when it came to violence Manny liked to participate. “No. Forget it.” He could find out what time the stranger clocks off and take it from there. The man wasn’t at the front of his mind though, Ricky was. “He’s already been here and asked questions before I arrived. Hector told me.” He took another sip of the beer, swilling it around his mouth as he thought about whether Hector’s staff would have cracked under Ricky’s pressure. “This place ain’t squeaky clean. Those who know what’s going on won’t say shit.” They’d be throwing themselves under the bus in the process. Hector and Luc were neck deep in this shit just as much as Manny and Zach. If one goes down, they all go down. “Maybe you should go down there… we should go down there. I can be your solicitor or some shit.” He didn’t need to sit there and spell out to Zach that he wouldn’t go down there dressed as Manolo de la Peña the bad person, but some snobby looking lawyer. But there was a real chance Ricky would see through the act, sniffing out his younger brother. Finally the employee returned with a glass of whiskey, quickly placing it on the bar and scurrying around before Manny could throw more verbal abuse at him. ZACHARY QUIROA - wanna wrap with yours? |
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ZACHARY QUIROA
Human
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Post by ZACHARY QUIROA on Sept 30, 2023 15:01:59 GMT
He was gonna survive this conversation at least. By now Zach knew Manny’s tics as well as he knew his own. He knew when they were starting to settle, when his anger was beginning to slide towards someone else. And, yeah, even if he was gonna feel sorry for the asshole behind the bar later, he was glad that Manny’s ire wasn’t squarely focussed on him. They’d talk this out without risk of explosion and maybe Manny would send him after Ricky again, but even that was better than the alternative of this going on all day with the boss just burning hotter and hotter.
Zach’s gaze twitched away from the bartender and back to the boss. The beer was fine with him, leaving him sipping surreptitiously from it. There was still a chance Ricky was going to drag him in at some point, but it wasn’t today. By now he had to know that he’d told Manny everything about what had happened. If he swung back around now, they’d all be too prepared. He’d wait for their defences to drop again, scrabbling together whatever he had about them so far, and then he’d sweep him up. Sitting opposite Ricky at a table in the middle of the station he’d play the guy right back. ’De la Peña and me? Oh, yeah, we’re all old buddies. Right Enrique? Grew up together in the cartel’. Secrets went both ways after all.
At Manny’s instruction to brush it off, Zach was bobbing his head, but then he froze, darting a glance back up at Manny. Ricky had already known they were involved here somewhere and had figured out he might be able to break through Hector as some weak spot? He swallowed hard, the beer foam catching in his throat uncomfortably. ”Let’s hope Hector kept his mouth shut,” he muttered hoarsely. Let’s hope Hector carried on keeping his mouth shut too. They’d got too deeply embedded in the club now for Hector to stay clean if they were torn out of here, but maybe the guy thought he could stay clean enough to avoid jail if he got in good with the detective digging here.
Twisting in his seat, Zach shot a narrow eyed look at the bartender again. If he was as supernatural as everybody else in this place seemed to be, then he’d probably heard every word outta their mouths anyway. ”They know what’s comin’ if they do. They’d have to be crazy to start crossin’ you.” He didn’t even bother raising his voice to push the point home. The first one that Manny started tearing to pieces right here would be warning enough to the others.
”You want me to hand myself in?” Zach croaked. He stared at Manny for a moment before he wished up and dropped his gaze away. Ricky didn’t have anything on him, he wasn’t gonna stay there. This was just to rattle Ricky. It wouldn’t stop him from shitting himself the entire time he’d be there though. ”M-maybe that’d work. We could set it up for later in the week. Just have me walk in, have Ricky fillin’ his shorts…” He was sliding from the stool as Manny’s whiskey arrived now though. Zach brushed the back of his hand over his mouth, trying to swallow away the tightness that had suddenly struck there. ”I’ll go check the perimeter for now. Check in with everyone, make sure he hasn’t gone after anyone else. I’ll be right outside.” He lifted his chin towards the doors before he scurried in that direction. Maybe he’d call his parents too … just in case Ricky was more ready than they thought and he ended up with just the one phone call.
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