By Killian McRae
The one option to keep the longer term is to decode the prior. the single strategy to decode the prior is to save lots of the future.
Archaeologist Sheppard Smyth has staked his profession and the honorable reminiscence of his spouse and associate on proving his broadly panned concept: Cleopatra VII, the final sovereign pharaoh of Egypt, was once now not a sufferer of suicide as background indicates, yet of a well-concealed homicide. while a statue of the doomed Queen is unearthed in a pre-Columbian excavation website in Mexico, Shep rushes to enquire and, confidently, locate the evidence that has avoided him for thus lengthy. The statue, even though, is barely the 1st clue suggesting a mysterious connection among Mesopotamia and Mesoamerica, and doubtless - past. by surprise thrust into the heated contention among attractive and enigmatic antiquities thief Victoria Kent and the notorious Russian mafioso Dmitri Kronastia, Shep reveals himself a typical pawn performed by means of forces operating to work out out a quest older than the pyramids and cloaked within the Mayan Doomsday prophecy of 12.21.12.
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Still, he was a professional and an academic. He knew that one oddly placed artifact did not a paradigm shift make. It could, however, inspire a Time-Life series or cult following. They reached a chain-link fenced security gate. Hector fished a set of keys from his pocket and selected a small silver one to shove into the lock. With a wince from the sound of the door accordion-folding as Hector pushed it and taking two steps beyond the barrier, Shep felt his breath catch in the back of his throat.
How? She’s a recluse. ” Not to mention, she’s ancient, thought Shep, though his gentlemanly upbringing told him such should go unsaid. As the story went, Anathea Hermapolous had been all of ten years of age when she and her father had been invited to visit a friend, Howard Carter, at his dig site in Egypt. Anathea was the only living person who had witnessed the discovery of King Tut’s tomb. The event had sprouted a fascination with Egypt in her, and by the time the Second World War rolled around twenty years later, she was already a prominent member of the archaeological community.
Sheppard took a gulp of air as his heart raced. ” *** Socks, underwear, aftershave, Levi’s, toothbrush, Passport abused beyond recognition. Everything was tossed haphazardly into the suitcase lying open on his bed. Would he need a coat? It was early winter in Boston, and old Jack Frost hadn’t waited to stretch his arms. It was easily hovering around twenty degrees outside his townhouse, but he was on his way to Mexico. Shep glanced down at his watch. m. He had burned off his drunk, running around like a headless chicken with a vendetta for the past two hours, but he wasn’t exactly sober either.
12.21.12 by Killian McRae