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which question?”

“Dunno. Neither. Both.”

“Cryptic gets old fast, Dae.”

“Can’t give you answers I don’t have. The pendant

in the picture could be coincidence—” he didn’t

bother to hide his cynicism “—could have nothing to

do with the Daughters of Aset. Could be just pretty

jewelry. Hard to—”

The squeak of the stair made him stop midsentence

and turn toward the open door. “Showtime,” he murmured as he flicked off the light.

CHAPTER FIVE

Amarillo, Texas

“YOU KNOW, MARIN, YOU AREN’T being particularly

helpful.” Roxy flipped the knife again, higher this time.

“Let’s try a different question. Where’d you see the guy

with the tattoo? Give me a city. Preferably an intersection. Better still, an exact address.”

He stared at the knife, apparently contemplating

his options.

“Iwillkill you,” Roxy promised, her tone cheerful.

“Toronto. He was there with these priests.” The

words tumbled one into the next. “Part of some freaky

cult.”

Toronto. She was being strangled by coincidences.

And she was pissed that whoever was responsible for

this debacle had decided to crap in her backyard.

“A cult?” Like he didn’t know what they were

called. He was giving her just enough to pacify without

nailing himself to the cross. “The Setnakhts?” she

prompted sweetly. Offshoot worshippers of Sutekh.

Which made no sense. Why would Sutekh’s fanboys

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