The Last Dawn: A Mystery
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It is time to die…
1989. It’s been three years since Captain Ajax Montoya cleared the smoke and blood from his last case―and what a three years. The old world order is coming down along with the Berlin Wall, and the Soviet “Evil Empire” is being born to the ash heap of history by its once captive people.
But in a psychiatric hospital in Managua, a near catatonic Ajax missed all that. In 1986, Ajax freed his only remaining friend from a psychotic killer. But his ‘methods’ were such that he was imprisoned in a nut-house for his pains. And for three years his world stood still.
But ghosts don’t know time nor read headlines. So when one of the many phantoms from Ajax’s bloody past shows up, he is rescued from his personal nightmare only to be plunged from one hell into another.
El Salvador in 1989 is in a civil war so vicious, they say even the Grim Reaper needs an escort. But when the parents of Ajax’s old love beg him to go there and save their son―as he did not save their daughter―Ajax is on the next plane.
And he’s not alone. Gladys Darío―the lieutenant whose rescue cost Ajax his freedom and his mind―has been stewing in Miami for three years, and she is ready to back his play, even if it costs her own life.
Now all they have to do is parachute into the hottest war in the Americas and find that one needle of a missing person in a haystack of the disappeared.
it on the table as he went. “A friend of mine,” Reynaldo explained and slid the envelope to Ajax. “Inside are your passports, letters of introduction, and your cover stories—you are two right-wing Havana-born gusanos with lots of money to spread around among the victims of communist terrorism in El Salvador. Of course, as you are not actually going to donate the money, I don’t actually have to give it to you.” “And the Salvadorans would buy that story?” Gladys asked. “Buy it? They threw
spoken Latin. “Reynaldo Garcia, he was just here. You know him and so do I. He gave me some photos a little while ago, gruesome shit. I think you gave them to him and he gave them to me.” The coyote’s eyes roved around in their sockets trying to adjust to the sea change in the conversation. As he did, a Miami prowl car cruised by, the two cops maybe having sensed some trouble. Ajax gave them a smile and a wave. The coyote eyed them. “Go ahead, puto. We’ll tell them about your missing cargo.”
the big cat who leaped and caught it and cracked it in one movement. Now it was Gladys who shook her head. “You won’t let it go, but you’re going to kill five men.” “You let it go and it’s just another killer on the loose. You think once free it’ll just hang around here? Someone’s kid will be dinner and then what?” Ajax stood, he was restless like the jaguar and tired of the small talk. “If you’re not going to kill it, leave it be. You think he’s better off in a cage?” “Better off than dead?
longest half minute of her life, but the plastic recreated the vacuum in his lungs and his chest rose ever so slightly and fell. After an agonizing moment it rose and fell again. He coughed up a mouthful of blood and she turned his head away to let it seep out. “Claribel! Check Krill’s pocket for car keys. You!” she shouted at one of the girls. “Get me some pillows, raise his feet up. And you, bring sheets from the bed!” Gladys saw that Ajax had not lost a lot of blood—if her calculation of
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