The Matador's Crown (Rogue Angel, Book 38)
Alex Archer, Michele Hauf
a call for participation too impossible to resist to refuse from the Museum of Cadiz leads archaeologist Annja Creed to the sun-drenched southern coast of Andalucia, Spain. In a sector wealthy in Moorish and Roman ruins, she leaps on the likelihood to hitch a dig around the Bay of Cadiz, the place she finds a bronze bull statue that makes the complete journey worthy each minute. until eventually the day after her discovery, whilst she sees an identical artifact beside the physique of a lifeless Spaniard, killed by means of the estocada, the ultimate sword thrust utilized by bullfighters to deliver down the bull.
Whoever killed the guy left transparent indicators of getting taken whatever. And but the bronze bull remained. What was once so invaluable the assassin selected it over a important artifact? How had her locate come into this lifeless man's fingers? With few leads and a turning out to be physique count number, Annja's research takes her via a colourful international of flamenco and bullfighting to a popular matador and an illegal—and deadly—collection of Visigoth votive crowns.
procedure, he shook his head in disbelief. Hadn’t anticipated to determine her back so quickly. and never having a look too overjoyed, both. “Guess I shouldn’t be shocked after your message earlier,” he acknowledged as she got here as much as him. The physique out at Crockett’s dig. “You’re particularly the nature, pass over Creed. You becoming a member of the protesters?” “You’ve pegged me mistaken, Officer Soto. I the shooter.” She gestured over her shoulder within the course she’d come from. “But misplaced her.” “You the— Her?” Annja.
Señorita?” “I’m uncertain. It’s a aspect Jonathan Crockett gave me. He stated the gunmen who murdered Simon Klosky and looted the location have been with the Cádiz police.” Soto clasped the pencil in a grip that are supposed to have snapped it in . “I notion you need to know,” she extra. He nodded. “I delight in you giving me all of the evidence while I had requested for them.” that means, he most likely nonetheless idea she used to be preserving again info. “That’s it. That’s all I know.” That he hadn’t protested the suspicion.
A race, and he’d simply spat on his pageant. Harlow punctuated his delight with a faucet of his cane at the sidewalk. “I’m pleased you should use the data to put declare to the stolen statue. i discovered a detailed fit from the Iron Age. I’m certain it represents Baal.” “Iron Age? Do you think that it’s that old?” “No. yet back, I didn’t deal with it for lengthy. I’d like to get my fingers at the factor back. in case you glance it up, I’m certain the museum has files of acquisition.” “Good name. I’ll head correct again.
seek at the machine. She had pressed her hands to the bull’s head and had felt its finish. It hadn’t selected for use as a weapon. It had by no means selected a existence that may see its first freedom the ultimate steps towards its demise. She pressed the flat of the blade to her brow. The cool metal used to be a balm to her. this present day she felt she had abused her energy. * * * ANNJA WOKE TO the sound of a slamming door. She sat upright in mattress. a lady in a red-and-black flamenco costume leaned opposed to the door. Annja.
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