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ast Eddie Evans was talking with the senior Lebanese Police investigator near a crime scene van that had been rushed up to Baalbek when news of the killings reached Beirut. The ancient ruins were brightly lit with floodlights and crawling with cops who seemed to know what they were doing. Evans had been firing stories, ideas, and speculations at the senior cop for the past hour in hopes of providing Shake with some sort of explanation in absentia for his escape. So far, the detective had been grudgingly willing to admit it was possible Professor Sheldon Davis, a renowned American academic, might have unintentionally gotten himself involved in something lurid and simply panicked.
How long that theory would hold was anyone’s guess, but Evans was determined to stick with it and con
