07 by God Of Thunder

Author:God Of Thunder [Thunder, God Of]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2011-04-03T23:34:35+00:00

Chapter 20

Sherlock’s was a small club on the second floor of the building where Chasing History’s Monsters was housed. The clientele were dedicated mystery enthusiasts. Book covers and movie posters decorated the walls.

Lights at the booths ranged from mock Victorian lamps that conjured images of the great detective and his faithful Watson to green shaded desk lamps that would have looked at home on Philip Marlowe’s desk to stained glass ones bearing beer slogans that would have made Mike Hammer proud.

Annja got there before the afternoon rush and managed to get the Thin Man table. Beneath the poster of William Powell and Myrna Loy, she opened her notebook computer. Taking the mini-satellite receiver from her backpack, she logged on and checked the Web sites where she’d left messages.

The first reply was from [email protected].

Hey, Hammer Hunter, Good luck with your project! Sounds interesting. I’ve been a fan of Norse mythology since third grade. Seems like everybody likes it. Comic books. Movies. Star Gate. Jim Carrey’s movie, The Mask, even said the mask he wore was made for Loki, Thor’s evil half brother. There was even a Lost in Space episode where Billy Mumy found Thor’s hammer and gloves. I’ll look around and see what I can find.

[email protected] wrote, “Cool quest! Can I play?”

Annja straightened for a moment to work the kinks out of her back. She was a little stiff and sore from the physical confrontations yesterday.

Sherlock’s began to fill up around her as office workers stopped in to get a drink before heading to the subways to go home. Spirited conversations over books and movies began, and Annja found them slightly distracting. Book people were passionate about what they read, and she loved the conversations.

It sounded a lot like when archaeologists got together to compare, argue and recommend. She took a look around for Doug, glanced at her watch and realized that not much time had passed, and resolved to return her attention to the message boards.

Before she did, though, she noticed that a nerdy guy in glasses sitting across the bar was watching her. Fortyish and lean, he had a notebook computer open in front of him. He wore an ill-fitting suit and had a beanie pulled down to his ears.

When she looked directly at him, he glanced away, obviously embarrassed.

You’re paranoid, Annja told herself. He’s not a threat.

[email protected] sent:

Fascinating subject. Latvia, as you probably know, has a tumultuous history. Everybody that was anybody has walked all over that country. The Vikings. The Germans. The Russians. The people living there must have felt like they’d lived in the path of a steamroller for hundreds of years.

I’ve been doing some research into that subject. I was on summer break last year and went to Riga with my archaeology prof. He was there doing research on the indigenous tribes that lived in Latvia prior to the twelfth century. While we were there, we visited a bar in one of the small, virtually nameless villages outside Riga proper. That evening we happened on an old man who knew we were with a university.

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