Authors: David Leadbeater
Tags: #Action & Adventure, #Literature & Fiction, #Thriller, #Mystery, #Historical, #Men's Adventure, #Thriller & Suspense, #Thrillers, #Thrillers & Suspense
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The Treasures of Saint Germain
(Matt Drake #14)
Copyright 2016 by David Leadbeater
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Thriller, adventure, action, mystery, suspense, archaeological, military, historical
Other Books by David Leadbeater:
The Matt Drake Series
The Alicia Myles Series
The Torsten Dahl Thriller Series
The Disavowed Series:
The Chosen Few Series
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For Mum and Dad.
Coincidence didn’t sit well with Tyler Webb. There was always a man—or a plan—behind even the most innocent-seeming flight of chance.
Take the French city of Versailles, for instance. Founded by the will of Louis XIV, it had been the capital of the Kingdom of France for the whole of Saint Germain’s lifetime, then just a few short years after the Count’s death, that particular honor had been bestowed upon Paris.
Take the gruesomely bloated and romanced legends that surrounded the immortals of Transylvania for example—and then consider that the Count was born and raised there. Take the endless sightings after his supposed death in 1784, right up to this very day . . .
Webb shivered involuntarily. The emotion was not physical, he knew, but it should be. Now reduced to a gutter rat, the once great leader of the Pythians, in his opinion the greatest shadow organization that had ever been formed, whilst finding many parts of his new life greatly odorous, delighted in a certain few. In fact they were so juicily magnificent that the entire collapse of his organization and previous life was almost worth it.
He stood amongst a gaggle of tourists, staring at the black gates of the Palace of Versailles, grateful for the cold day as it enabled him to use a scarf and hat to help conceal his features. It was getting late too, the slow creep of ink across the skies aiding those who skulked and crept and loitered everywhere.
Stalking was so much easier when you were a lowly civilian. But three times now, Webb had let it interfere with his ultimate quest. Each time the sensations grew, the payoff increased, and the obsession deepened. The dark shadows sang to him in a way they never had before. The molten thrill of lurking outside windows and doors, trailing victims from empty bus stops, hounding a lonesome figure down a dark alley even here in Versailles, was hotter now than at any other time in his life. Maybe he had more to lose. Maybe the ever-present danger to himself had lit a different inner fire. A laughing couple marched by, their happiness interrupting his reveries.