Tracker: A Short Story Exclusive (Sigma Force Novels)
From New York Times bestselling writer James Rollins comes a stirring tale of a soldier and his army conflict puppy who're drawn right into a darkish secret tracing again to global warfare II and a misplaced treasure tied to the bones of the dead.
Off the streets within the medieval middle of Budapest, Captain Tucker Wayne and his struggle puppy, Kane, rescue a mysterious girl fleeing 3 armed males. the key she holds will free up a poor treasure, one steeped in blood and treachery, tied to a criminal offense going again to the autumn of Nazi Germany and a historical past of soreness and soreness that reaches out from the earlier to wreak havoc at the present time. In a last showdown within the depths of a misplaced cemetery, truths might be unearthed, treasures uncovered, and the destiny of all will leisure upon the shoulders of 1 guy and a puppy whose braveness is past measure.
Included with this exciting tale is sneak peek at Bloodline, the place the additional exploits of Tucker and Kane may be revealed.
Sniper rifle upon the occipital bone at the back of the man’s left ear, realizing a shot there may do the main harm. Festive tune and brilliant laughter from the vacation picnic filtered via his earpiece. He permit all of it fade into the heritage as he focused on his goal, on his undertaking. In U.S. background, 3 presidents had died at the very same day, on July four, at the birthday of this nation. It appeared past mere likelihood. Thomas Jefferson, John Adams, and James Monroe. Today may.
“Then please, aid me.” He held out his hand. “Then let’s get out of here.” “How?” she requested, shocked. “What about—?” His hand closed over hers, silencing her. Her palm burned like an ember in his. “Just remain just about me.” He drew her again out of the pew, letting move of her hand yet motioning her to stick at the back of him. In his different hand, he held a black KA-BAR scuffling with knife hidden along his leg. He had slipped the blade out of its ankle sheath as he knelt. He was hoping he wouldn’t.
Went rogue. a few faction heard approximately your father’s inquiry, approximately his attainable leap forward in studying that misplaced treasure trove. And they’re attempting to loot what was once already looted.” “So what can we do? visit the police?” “I’m uncertain that’s the wisest plan, specially if you would like your father again alive.” She paled at his phrases, yet he didn’t remorse announcing them. She needed to recognize the stakes. “Now that they’ve misplaced your path, they’ll run scared.” He observed it even on that grainy.
Dead-end highway. “It lies close to the guts of Pest, and it seems like it runs adjoining to . . .” He learn the identify and checked out her. “Kerepesi Cemetery. may well that be the misplaced Jewish burial website you heard them conversing about?” “No. I don’t see how. Kerepesi is the oldest cemetery in all of Hungary.” She shifted her finger towards the Danube. “This is the Jewish zone, the place you’ll locate such a lot of our burial plots. It’s an excellent 3 miles clear of Kerepesi Cemetery.” “Then I’ll need to.
the line, upon the trees, within the air. They marked this position as their very own. He lowers the gun to the dust. He acknowledges the chief by way of his stiff-legged routine as he stalks ahead within the slink of the shadows that percentage this area. This used to be their wild land, they usually claimed it for themselves. To aid his accomplice, Kane needs to make it his own—if just for the evening. With a low growl, he leaps for the biggest shadow. The howl and wails of a savage dogfight echoed eerily via to the.