The Prophet: A Shepherd Thriller by Ethan Cross

Author:Ethan Cross [Cross, Ethan]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Thrillers, Suspense, Fiction
ISBN: 9781611880458
Google: jOCRQEt25s0C
Amazon: 1611880459
Barnesnoble: 1611880459
Goodreads: 15814903
Publisher: The Story Plant
Published: 2012-10-16T00:00:00+00:00

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Maggie’s lunch date with Ellery Rowland had gone exceedingly well. Everest was an elegant French restaurant on the fortieth floor of the Chicago Stock Exchange. Bronze sculptures created by the acclaimed Swiss artist Ivo Soldini adorned each table, and paintings by the Chicago artist Adam Siegel lined the walls. She had ordered hazelnut-crusted skate wing with brown-butter caper emulsion. She wasn’t quite sure what any of that meant, but it had been the first item on the menu beneath the heading Main Course. The restaurant was normally closed for lunch, but Ellery was a personal friend of the chef. The whole thing had made her feel strangely like Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman. Rowland had been both charming and intriguing, but for some reason she couldn’t help thinking about Marcus.

We always want what we can’t have, she supposed.

After leaving Rowland, she had returned to the hotel and started in again on compiling evidence and reports. Her afternoon as a princess was over, and it was time to get back to work. She had just opened a digital report detailing the life of Sandra Lutrell, the first victim of the Anarchist’s current spree, when someone knocked on her door. It was the last person she was expecting.

Vasques wore a cordial smile as she said, “Hello, Agent Carlisle. Have you seen Marcus? He’s not in his room and not answering his cell phone. I thought maybe he was here with you.”

Maggie kept her expression flat. She noted the way that Vasques had only asked for Marcus and not Andrew and had referred to him by his first name, not as Agent Williams. “They’re not here right now, but they’re on their way back.”

“Okay, well, just tell Marcus I came by, in case I miss him. I think I’ll just hang out in the lobby and wait.”

Fighting back an eye roll, Maggie said, “You can wait here. They shouldn’t be long.”

“Are you sure? I don’t want to impose.”

“It’s fine. I’m just reviewing some evidence from the case.”

As Vasques stepped inside, Maggie could tell that the other woman was taking everything in. She glanced at the make-up and toiletry supplies laid across the black marble of the bathroom countertop. They were all perfectly organized in symmetric rows. Maggie always got a room with two beds, one for sleeping and one for organization. The articles of her clothing were folded in neat stacks atop the second bed. Vasques looked at them with a raised eyebrow. Maggie wanted to tell Vasques that she had invited her to wait in the room, not come in and psychoanalyze her host, but she bit her tongue.

Grasping for something to say, Maggie asked, “Your father worked this case, right? During the last series of murders?”

Vasques nodded. “I think he was getting close to something, but he died before he could see it through.”

“I’m sorry.”

“He was a good cop and a good dad. It was just a stupid accident.”

“Car crash?”

“Fire. He fell asleep smoking.”

“I’m sorry.”

“You said that already.”

“I meant it. Have you had any hits on the hidden cameras?”

“Not yet, but it’s still early.

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