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 quarter wealthy in Moorish and Roman ruins, she leaps on the likelihood to affix a dig around the Bay of Cadiz, the place she reveals a bronze bull statue that makes the full journey worthy each minute. till the day after her discovery, while she sees an analogous artifact beside the physique of a lifeless Spaniard, killed via the estocada, the ultimate sword thrust utilized by bullfighters to convey down the bull.
Whoever killed the fellow left transparent indicators of getting taken anything. And but the bronze bull remained. What used to be so invaluable the assassin selected it over a useful artifact? How had her locate come into this lifeless man's arms? With few leads and a becoming physique count number, Annja's research takes her via a colourful global of flamenco and bullfighting to a popular matador and an illegal—and deadly—collection of Visigoth votive crowns.
Its exhaustion. They stood lower than 8 ft from one another. Staring one another down. The matador held a smaller crimson cape now and he moved minutely to the left, the bull reacting by means of adjusting its entrance toes. This 3rd a part of the fit was once referred to as the faena, the ultimate act, within which El Bravo squared up his opponent for the kill. forced to witness what Garin defined as an paintings and a spectacle, Annja watched because the matador led the bull in a chain of shut passes alongside his physique with.
Islamic empire. They have been most renowned for Christopher Columbus’s trips and Ferdinand and Isabella’s rule. let alone their monopoly of the ocean alternate within the eighteenth century. Annja came upon her room, and as she slid the foremost card in the course of the lock, she spotted the door subsequent to hers on the finish of a hallway circulate within a couple of inches, creaking. With little greater than a bend ahead, she peered within and famous the sting of a well made mattress, after which booted ft, dealing with down, putting off the.
Van used to be the police. And if it have been, the take hold of on the warehouse might have been an reliable seizure. No. If that have been the case, they'd have long gone in with badges and weapons. “You’ve acquired your self in a superb mess.” He subsidized the Jeep into an alley. Garin shifted and drove out the other method from the police station. in the back of them, the hum of sirens, gaining on them, brought on him to flash her the evil eye. He tightened his jaw and stepped at the accelerator. 19 Garin swerved down an aspect.
Belt throughout her lap and buckled it. “Ride it out, Thelma.” “Sure factor, Louise.” Garin jammed his foot at the accelerator and the Jeep sped towards the top of the dock, earlier the symptoms to not force farther. The van tailing them skidded to a cease, and the guy within the passenger seat popped his head out to monitor as Annja felt the Jeep’s wheels depart the tip of the wood dock. She gripped the seat belt strapped throughout her chest and hit the window button to roll it down whereas they soared.
Right.” Drake appeared out the window. The skyline hugged the bridge connecting Cádiz to the mainland. “My therapist tells me karma continuously bites the fitting ass.” * * * THE MUSEUM used to be QUIET and funky within the early-afternoon hours. most folk have been out for siesta, Annja knew, having realized the staff’ schedules throughout the few days she’d spent taking a look over the cash. Harlow frequently slipped out for a sherry and tapas round this time, so she anticipated to discover the digital camera and move. Harlow had a wide.