IBERIAN TIES
by
Quintin Vargas
Genre: Crime Fiction / Mystery / Suspense
International Thriller
Publisher: Vanguard Publishers
Date of Publication: May 13, 2019
Number of Pages: 405
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PRAISE FOR IBERIAN TIES:
“Brilliant thriller! I totally loved and enjoyed this book!! Interesting twists and turns, well-developed characters and suspense all along the way. Definitely kept me on the edge of my seat. Can't wait for the next book!” –Gaby M., Goodreads Review
“This was an education about cultures and history as well as an unpredictable mystery.” –Robert R., Amazon Review
Excerpt from Iberian Ties
by Quintín Vargas
It
was the third night after Trump’s election, and Nate found himself in the
Canary Islands, with the lifeless body of a woman in his hotel room.
*
* *
He
waited for the local police in the lobby. What a nightmare. A disheveled
young man wearing an ill-fitting sport jacket came around the registration
desk. “Would you like some assistance, Dr. Shelley? A glass of water
perhaps?” He instructed a room clerk to bring their esteemed guest some mineral
water. “I’ve sent our security guard to check on your room, Dr. Shelley.” He
explained that he was there to assist Nate in whatever he needed until the
police arrived.
Nate
absent-mindedly thanked him and continued to pace the lobby. Random thoughts
crossed his mind. Miró was fortunate not to have been in the room. Or,
was she? Could she be involved? No, of course not. Nate accepted the
mineral water from the hotel clerk. How can I think that? But, if Miró’s not
involved, is she in danger?
Although
a great deal of his medical training had taught him how to be in charge, he
felt imbalanced, out of sorts. For the seventh time that night, Nate dialed
Miró’s number. His call again went to voice mail. From Carabela’s, the piano
bar, a Louis Armstrong sound-alike crooned—as if through gravel—What a
Wonderful World.
Nate
walked to the front entrance. No sight of the ambulance…or the police. My
God, the press could implicate even me…’Celebrated Psychoanalyst Guilty of
Murder’. He could already read the headlines. I’ve worked hard to be the
best in my profession…
He
caught himself reciting a prayer in his head, and he bit his lip. Nate,
praying again?
“You’re pacing
the floor as if you’re awaiting a death sentence, Shelley. What on earth is
wrong?” It was Beech’s nasal, and somewhat slurred, voice. He had just
retrieved an envelope from Aamir Farooq, who for a second time, was departing
the lobby in a hurry.
“Fritz…ish…warming
up a…brandy for you.” Hiccup. “He’s on hish way.”
Stepping
into the carpeted lobby from the piano bar, Dr. Luntz approached Nate with
concern in his eyes. “Here’s a Hennessy, my boy. It’ll give you pleasant
dreams.” Nate sat on the plush lobby sofa. He took a deep breath and thanked
Luntz. The sip of cognac warmed his diaphragm and cleared his nasal passages.
He took another deep breath as if attempting to capture the smell of gardenias
at the front entrance. Eyes shut, Nate described the scene he’d found upstairs.
He told Luntz and Beech about the lifeless body. He mumbled, almost to himself,
something about the fragrance of a Japanese garden in the suite. “Worst of
all,” he complained, “the ambulance and police are taking their time getting
here. It’s been…what…more than ten minutes.”
Again,
the night manager approached Nate and his two companions. “If I can offer our
private office while you wait, perhaps you can be more comfortable there? The
guests may get worried. I’m sure you understand, Dr. Shelley…”
By
now, a few other guests had approached the lobby’s waiting area, concerned but
unaware of the reason for the scene.
“Are
you sure that she’s dead?” Luntz took Nate’s arm and offered to accompany
him upstairs. He used a discreet whisper, but the concern on his face was
evident to all in the lobby.
“It
looks like a homicide to me, Dr. Luntz. I believe we should let the local
police take care of this one,” said Nate.
Luntz
and Beech hovered over him. Although unintelligible, even Beech’s words
comforted Nate. If only the police would get here to settle this mess once
and for all.
Iberian Ties is the first work of fiction published by Quintin Vargas. In addition to being an author, he combined a career as professor and dean in various American universities with becoming owner of a firm that prepared new immigrants to enter the marketplace and international workforce. His work impacted leadership development for various domestic and international private industries, non-profit organizations, and higher education.
As an academic, he served as dean and provost at various universities, including DePaul University in Chicago, the University of Texas, San Antonio, and St. Edward’s University. His academic writings have been highlighted in various publications, including the Journal of Research and Development in Education, the National Commission on Testing and Public Policy, and the Journal of Thought.
He and his wife, Marty, have five children and thirteen grandchildren. They reside in the Dallas-Fort Worth Metroplex.
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