Treasure of Lima (Rogue Angel, Book 46)
Alex Archer, Joseph Nassise
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White beaches and coral reefs should be adventure-proof…
For archaeologist and TV show host Annja Creed, a restful vacation in Costa Rica is as elusive as a rare artifact. Days into her sojourn, Annja's peace is interrupted by a woman with a mysterious—and enticing—tale. Weeks earlier, her husband led an expedition into the rain forest, in search of the lost treasure of Lima, and hadn't returned. The priceless hoard was smuggled out of Peru during the country's nineteenth-century revolt against Spain. But it disappeared when a ship captain went mad with greed.
Twenty-six expeditions have gone after the treasure. And twenty-six expeditions have vanished.
Sympathetic to the woman's distress, Annja agrees to head up a rescue party for her missing husband. And Annja can't deny her own interest in the lost hoard. Now the fates of two expeditions are at stake, along with a fortune in gold, silver and jewels rumoured to be exquisite. But the dense jungle of Cocos Island guards its primitive secrets well. Danger lurks beneath the ancient green canopy. And this time, Annja doesn't see it coming….
must have been wondering what on earth he was going to do about it when it happened. She wanted to tell him not to worry; that was one appointment she had no intention of keeping. Eventually, after what felt like an hour but was probably no longer than ten minutes, Annja was less than two feet away from Hugo. She could have reached out and touched him if she’d wanted, but she kept her hands to herself, worried that in his panic he might grab her and drag them both down deeper into the mire.
Annja taunted, and the fire of battle rose in her heart as the cat charged at the sound of her voice. 20 The jaguar was a beautiful specimen, about one hundred and fifty kilograms of rippling golden-brown muscle covered with a pattern of black rosettes that undulated as it ran. It had yellow eyes and a dark tail that lashed back and forth in anger. She hated to kill such a glorious creature but she didn’t see how she was going to be able to chase it off. It saw her as the interloper in its
vegetation surrounding the entrance, it was clear that there was something worth exploring here. Annja slipped off her pack and dug around inside until she found her headlamp. She slipped it on, tightening the Velcro strap to keep it from sliding around on her forehead, and then triggered the LED light to test it. Satisfied, she crouched down and peered inside the opening. The entrance was narrow, yes, but it grew into a slightly wider tunnel about three feet past the entrance, and she could
cat she’d faced off against the other day, this one was a rare specimen, its fur a smoky black instead of orange, giving its spots an oddly hypnotic effect if you stared at them too long. Its yellow eyes followed the group, but it made no move to advance, just settled down beneath an overhanging palm frond and watched them with lazy interest. “Good kitty,” Hugo mumbled beneath his breath. Annja would have laughed if she hadn’t noticed Marcos lining up his rifle to take a shot at the big cat.
signal to ascend to Manuel when a thundering groan filled their ears and in the next second they were struck by a massive pressure wave that rolled inexorably over them, shaking them about like corks in a stream, tossed and turned in the grip of its power, before leaving them abandoned in its wake. For a moment, it was all they could do to hang there in the water and get their bearings. Annja recovered first, moving to where Steve and Julie clung to a nearby stalagmite. She used hand signals to