Byzantine Gold by Chris Karlsen
A sunken warship from the Byzantine Era carrying an unusual cargo of gold has been found off the coast of
. News of the
valuable cache has attracted the attention of a terrorist cell. They plan to
attack the recovery team’s campsite and steal the artifacts. On the Black
Market, the sale of the relics will buy them additional weapons. Northern Cyprus
Charlotte Dashiell, an American archaeologist, and her lover, Atakan Vadim, a Turkish government agent, are scheduled to be part of the recovery team that brings up the artifacts. While en route to
, they find
themselves caught in the crosshairs of Maksym Tischenko, a Ukrainian contract
killer bent on revenge. Charlotte, Atakan and Tischenko share a grim history.
As a result, Tischenko is a man who will stop at nothing to achieve his
goal—seeing them both dead. Cyprus
“They are called, Angelique tulips. You admired them in the hospital garden in
“Everything in time,” he said and hung up.
The shock must’ve shown on her face. “What is wrong?”
“That was Tischenko,” she said, finding her voice. “The flowers are from him. He was watching me in
when I was
at the hospital. He—” Paris
Atakan didn’t wait for her to finish. He rushed into the living room, grabbed his gun from the bookshelf, and ran out of the apartment.
“Stop.” Catching up to him on the sidewalk, she hooked his elbow with her hand. Fearful an armed Tischenko hid nearby, she positioned herself in front of Atakan, thinking to shield him. “We can’t stand here. He could be anywhere taking aim at you right now.”
“Go back inside.”
“Not without you.” She tugged on his shirt, pulling him toward their building. “Atakan please, let’s leave. Call the Director.”
Atakan shoved her behind him. Silent, his eyes searched the dark doorways of neighboring apartment buildings and parked cars.
She stepped in front of him again. “We stay here together or we leave together.”
An eternity of seconds passed. Neither moved or blinked.
They both jumped and turned at the bellow from the horn of a passing truck. Thankfully, the driver was waving to another coming the opposite direction. He never saw the man in the sling pointing a gun at him.
“Please,” she repeated.
Atakan nodded. He stopped at the building’s entry door and took a last look, surveying the street. “He moves us around like pawns in a private game.”
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About the Author:
Chris is a retired police detective. She spent twenty-five years in the law enforcement with two different agencies.
The daughter of a history professor and a voracious reader, she grew up with a love for history and books.
She has traveled extensively throughout
Europe, the Near East, and Northern Africa satisfying her passion for seeing the places she
native, Chris has lived in Chicago , Paris , and now resides with her husband, and five rescue dogs in the Los Angeles Pacific Northwest.