The Third Caliph (Rogue Angel, Book 40)

The Third Caliph (Rogue Angel, Book 40)

Alex Archer, Mel Odom

Language: English

Pages: 231

ISBN: 2:00307142

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub

A holy war. An ancient scroll lost in history…until now.

During a dig in Morocco, archaeologist Annja Creed and her companions are nearly buried alive when the khettara ceiling collapses, revealing a 1,300-year-old corpse. But when Bedouin bandits raid the camp, Annja barely escapes with her life…and half of a scroll in ancient Kufic script. Her companions' survival now depends on her.

The scroll dates back to 656 AD, when Muslim raised sword against Muslim and the assassination of the third caliph left no clear heir to Muhammad's teachings. It's a coveted find. Annja quickly finds herself caught between a devious terrorist whose family honor depends on destroying what she possesses and a ruthless CIA team. Both believe the end justifies the means. And that Annja cannot allow.

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stop, then pulled the rifle off her shoulder, pointed it toward the sky and fired. The horse stutter-stepped, but halted when she pulled on the reins. Just too tired to run. The shot echoed over the flat land. For a moment Annja thought the vehicle’s engine had drowned out the noise, then the pickup stopped. The dust that had been trailing behind the vehicle gradually overtook it and sailed on by. Annja waved before realizing that someone inside the pickup was probably taking aim with a rifle,

minutes. If everything is not as I say, I will give you your product free of cost.” Thabit closed his phone and put it away. He watched through the windshield as Sanjay drove the car through the next intersection and turned left. The sedan glided down a couple alleys, as out of place there as a greyhound in a wolf pack. The flotsam that lived in the alley shuffled away from the car out of self-preservation. A moment later, Sanjay pulled the sedan to a stop in front of a three-story warehouse.

let out a final breath, relaxing in death. Annja looked behind her and saw that the first SUV, the one transporting David Smythe, sat still as armed men surrounded it. One of the doors was opened and Smythe was yanked out, still alive and apparently unharmed. The dead man toppled over onto Annja when Hamez took a sharp corner and bumped the rear quarter panel into a stone wall. The car’s fender and bumper tore away. Annja stared back at it, barely seeing it through the dust they’d raised.

woman.” Annja met Hamez’s gaze full measure. “Thabit—and you—stepped into my world. I didn’t step into yours.” For a quiet moment, Hamez regarded her with cold fury. “You presume too much. You are not worth as much as you believe.” “I’m here. On this jet. I’ve come this far with searching out whatever your master wants. If he thinks he could do any better than I have, he’d have already told you to get rid of me. I mean, there’s a big sea out there. You could have already done it.” Hamez

heritage, take our treasures and leave.” “That’s not true. Everything we find here is going to Moroccan museums. We’re only here to seek greater understanding of history.” “The Koran tells us all we need to know of history.” Mustafa waved the pistol at the skeleton. “Those old bones have their own story, and it is nothing we need to know now.” He turned to his men. “Find my treasure.” Helplessly, Annja watched. She and Smythe had agreed to hold off further exploration of their find till

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