False Horizon (Rogue Angel, Book 29)
Alex Archer, Jon F. Merz
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A small Nepali man melts into shadows. A cutthroat crime lord is looking for a miraculous cure. And a map to an impossible dream and a mythic paradise is pointing the way.
Archaeologist Annja Creed is in Katmandu, awash in its scents, sounds and liveliness. But this is no sightseeing trip. An old friend is in possession of a map that leads to a place that lies outside our world. But the map is known to one other¿a vicious man who has Annja and her companions right where he wants them. Her hand forced, Annja sets out in search of the fabled Shangri-La¿an expedition of danger and subversion.
And her journey will end only with triumph...or tragedy.
ambient sounds of his new environment. If he moved too soon, he would risk being surprised by someone he hadn’t noticed. But if he took too long, the woman might return at any moment and spot him. Tuk’s heart thundered in his chest. His ears perked up. Conversation. It came from a number of voices farther on in the penthouse. Tuk strained all his senses. With a quick gulp of air, Tuk moved deeper into the penthouse. 5 Tsing ushered Annja and Mike into a grand living room. Annja could make
door. Already Burton and Kurtz were moving around too much for Tuk’s comfort. He’d done what he’d been asked to do and now it was time to get out of there and report back to the mysterious man who had hired him. As he backed away, his instincts suddenly screamed at him and Tuk had barely enough time to shrink into a shadowy recess before the main door opened. The woman in the mandarin gown came gliding back into the penthouse. She froze. Her eyes swept around the darkened penthouse like
with that fabric.” She leaned over to the closest wall and tried to see what was behind it. It felt solid enough, but didn’t seem like a cave wall. “I don’t know. It could be anything. Metal, concrete, stonework. It’s smooth, though.” Tuk looked around. Annja could see that he was mentally trying to process everything that had happened. She wondered if this was the first time he’d had his life thrown upside down. Annja smirked. Hang out with me, she thought, and it won’t be your last. She
his position. “I’m ready.” Mike brought his gun up into his shoulder and sighted. “On three, okay?” “Okay.” “One…” Tuk took a series of deep breaths. His heart pounded against the inside of his chest like a hammer going a thousand times a minute. “Two…” Tuk steeled himself. He let his trigger finger come to rest just outside the trigger guard. He brought the weapon up so he had a clear sight picture. He settled the sights on Vanya. Mike was right, he decided. Better to finish this and then
shielded to keep it from revealing his presence. He put the phone to his ear and waited. “Yes?” “The woman—Annja Creed—is at the Fairbanks Hotel.” “All right.” “She was brought there under duress.” “What do you mean?” Tuk recounted what he had seen and waited for the man on the other end to comment. “You’re certain of this?” “I know Tsing,” Tuk said. “He is a worthless criminal who enjoys seeing people suffer.” “You have history with him?” “Yes.” “I would have thought it foolish for