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

He drank in the details of the hangar. Private. Indicated power.


So did having strings with immigration officials.


And being able to get into a powerful institution like the British Museum.


The pieces fell together naturally. Order among the chaos. Ian might have been the first to realize someone higher up than Sultis was behind certain events, but now Lucas finally understood who that someone higher up really was. And what he really wanted.


“We might have more bargaining clout than a finished translation,” he said.


Ian broke away from his reading with a frown. “Why do you think that?”


“But we’re here for the translation.”


“No, there’s more to it than that. Do you know who Masud is? Did you pick up any more clues?”


“I told you everything I know. Where are you going with this?”


Chapter 68