Pretender's Gambit (Rogue Angel, Book 51)
Alex Archer, Mel Odom
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With one small chess piece, the game begins…
For archaeologist and TV host Annja Creed, a late-night phone call from the NYPD means one thing: there's been a murder and the police need her expertise. The only link between a dead body and the killer is a small elephant of white jade. An artifact that's gone missing.
Once belonging to Catherine the Great of Russia, the elephant was key in a risky political gambit all those years ago. But there is another story attached to the artifact—a rumor of an ancient hidden treasure. And for a cruelly ambitious media mogul with a penchant for tomb-raiding, the elephant is nothing short of priceless.
Annja must make her move quickly, traveling across several continents with only the assistance of her extraordinary sword—purportedly the same sword wielded by Joan of Arc—and a mysterious temple monk. It's a deadly battle of wits, and one wrong move could mean game over.
true, bro? Somebody killed our great-uncle?” “I’m afraid so.” “You sure? ’Cause he was kinda old. Coulda just died.” “He didn’t just die.” “Maybe he killed himself.” “No. That didn’t happen.” “Then I don’t know what to tell you, bro. You got me.” “I just have a few questions I’d like to ask,” Bart said. “I’m through answering questions. Through talking about my great-uncle, too. You can’t arrest us, so you gotta go.” He pointed to the door. “I’m revoking your apartment privileges.” Bart
The redbrick building stood four stories tall. The bar occupied a small space between a florist and a falafel shop. A faded green awning stuck out over the sidewalk, creating a narrow ribbon of shade in the noonday sun. The small windows offered only a peek inside the place, and much of that space was taken up by handmade signs advertising specials. When the light changed, Annja hit the crosswalk. On the way over in the cab, she had pulled up a quick background of Leonid Klykov on her tablet.
she walked up the steps out of the pool. She showed him a mock pout. “You need to stop doing business and swim. Get your cardio in. Spend time with me.” Sequeira smiled up at her. “I’m afraid I’m going to have to go.” “Why?” “Business.” “Where will you go?” “To Odessa.” Joana stood before him, radiant and beautiful, and he knew from the tight corners of her eyes that she was thinking he was planning on a rendezvous with another woman. Sequeira stood and kissed her hard enough to bruise her
nearby and kept watch over the man. Calapez pulled the drapes to one side and peered out the window. From his vantage point he could see the windows of the apartment where the dead man had lived, but curtains blocked the view inside the rooms. “Do you know what happened over there?” Montgomery asked. “A man was killed.” Uneasiness made Montgomery fidget. “Was it a domestic situation?” “No, sir. A break-in.” That much would be on the news in short order. Calapez continued watching. “That’s
you cannot come, he might be able to make arrangements.” “What do you know about Professor Ishii?” Klykov asked. Peter shrugged. “Only what I have read about him on the university website and in papers he has written. He appears to be very erudite and quite knowledgeable about Asian history, particularly Cambodian and Vietnamese.” He paused. “If the elephant did, indeed, come from one of those areas, he might very well know where it came from.” Annja hoped it wasn’t that easy. She loved the