Sunken Pyramid (Rogue Angel, Book 45)
Alex Archer, Jean Rabe
The word from her pal and colleague had learn "I have relatively the monster so that you can chase, pricey Annja." after which ahead of she may perhaps converse to him, he'd been discovered useless within the hotel's stairwell. It didn't appeared attainable. Annja Creed have been looking ahead to 3 days of geeking out on the archaeology convention in Madison, Wisconsin, after which this tragedy moves. And his is simply the 1st dying over the lengthy weekend.
Determined to enquire her friend's death—and discover why one other colleague she trusts is arrested because the best suspect—Annja begins amassing the items of a cryptic puzzle. A small selection of Mayan gold medallions. The loss of life of a potter. The violent visual appeal of a teenaged woman with a wierd eco-friendly knife. And on the middle of the puzzle, an old mound pyramid purportedly hidden on the backside of a Wisconsin lake. That's a discovery which could thoroughly rewrite Mesoamerican background.
With each one puzzle piece Annja Creed discovers, the secret grows extra harmful. And what she is aware can—and most likely will—kill her.
smooth. She rolled it, tied it with a wire and slung it over her again. The wind shifted, and in its whisper she heard birdsong. For numerous moments she didn't circulate. It was once musical and fully unexpected, and he or she desired to see what poultry made it. She wove her means during the pine and birch trunks and a frozen move. If she was once fortunate, she’d discover a beaver mound and so may sate the French’s hope; they appeared to favor the beaver pelts particularly else. whilst she stuck a glimpse of.
Go,” Peter instructed her, putting up the receiver. Annja hung up and stared on the cell. the place subsequent? again to the hotel... “Miss Creed?” She became too without notice and winced, including to the soreness in her head. “Detective Rizzo.” “Manny’ll do.” He gave her a lopsided grin. “Your good friend inform you much?” Had he been listening? “Too a lot and never enough.” She shifted at the stool so she may well glance at once at him. He’d replaced outfits in view that this morning, a special blouse, no jacket. “Can you suggest a.
Stepped up and wear a well mannered smile unlike Rembert’s bitter expression. “Annja Creed.” She passed over her bank card. She was once paying her personal manner, as this was once passing for a holiday. Her manufacturer, Doug Morrell, had provided to choose up the invoice while he made up our minds to ship a photographer to get photos for all-purpose promos, yet she declined his generosity. Her inspiration, her dime, her time. Doug used to be going to have 0 say in how she spent the following 3 days. She first and foremost hadn’t even sought after the.
Miami derived its identify from that. Interesting...Mayaimi...Maya. Annja was once involved and compelled herself to skim issues she desired to completely lose herself in. There will be time for that later, probably in the course of her flight to Morocco; now she simply wanted the fundamentals. There wasn’t a folder on Wisconsin or Rock Lake, so she saved going. there has been, even if, a bit at the Chontal Maya and their seafaring exploits. the folks at one time ruled coastal alternate routes alongside Mexico and into principal.
challenge with that?” She began to remain whatever. “Already known as Doug. He doesn’t have an issue with it.” “Fine,” Annja stated, gripping the pontoon’s railing. Why was once Rembert without warning affixing himself to her like a shadow? used to be it only for the money? Or used to be it whatever else? “All correct, Rem. simply don’t get in my way.” Sully had emptied his first thermos whilst the outdated railroad bridge got here into sight, the only Bobby Wolfe had pointed out that the Glacial Drumlin kingdom path ran throughout. within the.