Storm Cycle by Iris Johansen;Roy Johansen

Author:Iris Johansen;Roy Johansen
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Suspense fiction, Mystery & Detective, Egypt, Egypt - Antiquities, General, Archaeologists, Mystery fiction, Thrillers, Suspense, Fiction, Women computer programmers, Texas
ISBN: 9780312368012
Publisher: Macmillan
Published: 2010-07-20T05:00:00+00:00

ELEVEN

Dawson hurled the stack of photos at Sorens. "What the hell is this supposed to be?"

Sorens leaned over and picked up the photos from the floor of Dawson's hotel suite. The pictures were all the same: smears of light against dark backgrounds. "I told you they were difficult to make out."

"Difficult? Try impossible."

"We didn't know what Tavak and the Kirby woman were doing. We assumed they were going to take something with them." He made a face. "We weren't prepared for a message written in fire."

"It's your job to be prepared for everything. Why else do I pay you?"

Sorens held up one of the prints. "We can make out a few Egyptian characters on this one. I ran them by your expert, and he thinks it may refer to someone who may have been brought back from the brink of death."

"Brought by the great doctor, Peseshet?"

"That's not clear."

"Not clear to us. I'm sure it's clear to Tavak and Kirby by now, though. I need to know who this is. I have to get a step ahead of Tavak."

Sorens frowned. "It would be risky, but I could take the team back to San Simeon to night. We can pour the oil into the walkway and light it just as easily as Tavak and Kirby did."

"No, not just as easily. The guards will be on alert now."

"They work for the park service. Most of them are unarmed. If any of them get in our way, we can take them out."

"By all means," Dawson said sarcastically. "Why use a scalpel when a chain saw will do the job?"

"I thought you said we had to beat Tavak to the punch."

"I did. But nothing will slow us down faster than focusing even more attention on that temple. All we need is more people joining the chase." Dawson grabbed the photos back. "We may need to take another approach."

"Like what?"

"Mills presented me with an option that might keep us on the fast track. But that means going to him and begging for his help. Dammit, I hate like hell letting him call the shots."

Sorens was relieved to be off the hook. "Here's every picture we took." He handed him a flash drive. "Oh, and I suppose you heard about Medelin."

"Yes. I heard that they had a hard time making the ID. I guess a few thousand volts from a passenger train can do that do to a man."

What an icy son of a bitch. "Then I take it that you're not concerned that he bought it?"

"There might have been a slight possibility that I would have been concerned"—his gaze meeting Sorens's was as cold as his words—"if he hadn't failed me."

* * *

Detective Gonzalez pointed to the computer on his desk in the squad room of police headquarters. "Have you ever seen this?"

Finley looked at the screen. "College Confidential?"

Gonzalez nodded. "It's a social networking Web site for college kids. My niece is on it all the time. Kind of like MySpace or Facebook. There are discussion boards, e-mail directories… and webcam feeds.

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