Gunshots waken Ian Tunbridge, an assistant curator of classical antiquities at the British Museum, on his first day on a dig in California. The only way to save his life is to run for it, but luck is not on his side. At least, not until he meets Lucas Arpini, the brash American photographer who seems to have some sort of clue what’s going on. Together, they’re supposed to be the tools in finding an artifact nobody believes is real -- nobody, that is, except Lucas and the man kidnaps them both.<br><br>Ian doesn’t know what to believe. His colleagues are dead, he’s injured, and he has no choice but to put his faith in a gorgeous stranger. Their escape should lead them straight to the police, but when Lucas shows him pieces of the puzzle they were meant to solve, Ian is too intrigued to walk away. He wants to solve the riddle as badly as Lucas does.<br><br>Unfortunately, they aren’t the only ones ...

Riddle Me Wicked

They both fell over to the side, though mercifully, the child landed on top of him. His cry alerted the mother, who, with widened eyes and a stream of German, raced over to pull the boy off Lucas.


Lucas started to wave off the mother’s apologies, then saw the guard coming to the front door to view the slight crowd gathering around the accident. With his best smile in place, he knelt at the mother’s side.


“That was a pretty nasty fall,” he said in his rusty German. “You should take him somewhere to get him checked out.”


Her watery blue eyes jumped from him, to her son, and then back to him. “Our rooms aren’t close.”


He nodded back to the museum. “Take him inside. I’m sure they have some kind of first aid station.”


“How about I translate for you?” His grin turned sheepish. “I feel kind of responsible for getting in his way.”


Chapter 57