Sunken Pyramid (Rogue Angel, Book 45)
Alex Archer, Jean Rabe
The notice from her buddy and colleague had learn "I have rather the monster so you might chase, pricey Annja." after which prior to she may perhaps converse to him, he'd been chanced on lifeless within the hotel's stairwell. It didn't appeared attainable. Annja Creed were expecting 3 days of geeking out on the archaeology convention in Madison, Wisconsin, after which this tragedy moves. And his is simply the 1st loss of life over the lengthy weekend.
Determined to enquire her friend's death—and discover why one other colleague she trusts is arrested because the major suspect—Annja begins collecting the items of a cryptic puzzle. A small choice of Mayan gold medallions. The dying of a potter. The violent visual appeal of a teenaged lady with a wierd eco-friendly knife. And on the middle of the puzzle, an historical mound pyramid purportedly hidden on the backside of a Wisconsin lake. That's a discovery which can thoroughly rewrite Mesoamerican heritage.
With every one puzzle piece Annja Creed discovers, the secret grows extra risky. And what she is familiar with can—and most likely will—kill her.
Arrive. His photographer was once in tow, a thirtysomething redhead Garin concept appealing adequate to approach...were the conditions a bit various. The reporter was once instantly shooed out of the ballroom, which were divided by means of ceiling-high accordion panels into 3 lecture halls. Garin was once taking all of it in and gazing it spread. The convention organizer had validated the principles. He wouldn’t enable any journalists into the seminars—unless they bought an entire convention club, and.
Glanced on the one-sheet menu. “Two weeks, after what percentage years at the force?” She redirected her awareness to their waitress. “Two cheeseburgers, one among them a double, no onions.” Annja didn’t are looking to have onion breath within the automobile with Manny. “A huge order of fries, chocolate milk shake and a bit of apple pie, a tremendous one, with cheddar crumbles.” She passed the menu again to the waitress. “Oh, as an alternative, nix the milk shake. convey me gigantic mugs of scorching cocoa. Do you will have any?” “Sure,.
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ideal shot every time. doubtless they’d died immediately, notwithstanding he wanted Aeschelman had felt it coming. He gripped the deal with of the valise. No cause to allow it lay right here for a stranger to discover and doubtless revenue through. He used the end of his boot to show Aeschelman over, after which he stretched right down to the man’s neck, feeling for the skinny chain he knew will be there. One tug and the Mayan medallion used to be unfastened. little need an individual profiting via it, both. It faintly glowed less than the streetlight, as though it.
From it, outfits smartly folded. She craned her neck, yet she couldn’t see into the rest room; the door used to be midway closed. The oldies station aired a quick advertisement a couple of neighborhood vehicle lube provider, then Morris Albert’s “Feelings” lower in. Annja wrinkled her nostril; she hated the tune. “I am... I was—” “—a buddy of this Professor Schwartz,” the detective stated. “You’ve pointed out few occasions, if I recall.” The detective had a protracted face, seriously covered extra from the outside than the years,.