Palatine Hill, Rome, Italy
Day Four
Stryker stopped tapping his foot. It was Angie’s habit, not his. But he did feel impatient. They’d lost so much time already. First, while he and Sam shivered in wet clothes, Ace and the director hours took hours to convince the Egyptian authorities that they weren’t any sort of threat. Then, the flight to Rome had been delayed, followed by another painful hour spent waiting to rent a car, and now they were last in line to enter the remains of the home that had once belonged to Caesar Augustus, first known as Octavian. Cleopatra’s mortal enemy had outlived her by over forty years, and most of that time had been spent here on Palatine Hill.
When an icy rain began to fall, Stryker sighed and opened the black umbrella they’d acquired on the way here from
