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Lazarus Fane was sitting in his office when the phone rang. Fane leaned forward as his secretary paged him. “Dr.Carter on the line sir.” It was about damn time, he thought. “Where the hell have you been?” There were never any formalities with Fane. “Have you got them?” He expected everything to be done right now. That’s what he paid people for. Or, as in Carter’s case, threatened them. The answer he got was “They’re on their way.” He relaxed a little. His scar took on an involuntary twitch at the sound of her voice. He needed her now, but someday he’d succeed in killing that b***h!
He stood up and paced his elaborate office while he talked. The walls and shelves were decorated with archaeological discoveries from around the world. Dozens of lost cultures were represented: Greeks, R
