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

Lucas smiled. “I can’t say that I’m glad I was knocked out, but I guess I can understand your reasoning.” He paused, and then added, deliberately it sounded like, “Mr. Sinan.”


Masud came to a halt on the outer edge of the ring of heaters. Mild surprise lifted his brows, but the slight tilt of his mouth suggested a certain respect. “You know who I am.”


“It wasn’t that hard to figure out once Ian told me what your first name was.”


Masud glanced over Lucas’s shoulder, prompting Ian to scramble to his feet. “And how was your evening, Mr. Tunbridge? Productive, I hope.”


“Some,” he admitted. “Though probably not as productive as you’ll like.”


“Why don’t you let me be the judge of that?”


“You know what I don’t get?” Lucas said. “Why you’re even bothering. Is finding the Blood of Sheol supposed to be your ticket back into Parliament?”


Chapter 69