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By Carol O'Connell

2010 Retail ePub

Note: the U.K. identify is: The Jury needs to Die

Jurors on a arguable trial are being killed off one after the other, and purely Detective Kathleen Mallory can determine why. however the FBI has instructed her to put off and go away it to the Feds. That's by no means stopped Mallory earlier than.

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Ah," he said. " Dr. Rax's smile had begun to show more teeth. Dr. Shane grabbed his arm and propelled him down the hall. 'We've just received a new Buddha," the curator of the Far East Department called after them. "Second century BC. A beautiful little thing in alabaster and jade without a mark on it. " 'Soon," Dr. Shane agreed, her hand still firmly holding her superior's arm. Not until they were almost at the workroom did she let go. 'A new Buddha," he muttered, flexing his arm and watching the preparators maneuver the crate through the double doors of the workroom.

Strange, when the rest of the collection was Eighteenth. He could now, however, understand why the British were willing to let the artifact go; although it was a splendid example of its type, it was neither going to bring new visitors flocking to the galleries nor was it likely to shed much light on the past. Besides, thanks to the acquisitiveness of aristocracy with more money than brains, Great Britain has all the Egyptian antiquities it can hope to use. Dr. Rax was careful not to let that thought show on his face, as a member of said aristocracy, albeit of a more recent vintage, fidgeted at his shoulder.

Three hundred feet to go. No problem. Her calves were beginning to protest, her lungs to burn, but she'd be damned if she'd slow and give Celluci a chance to get past. The stairs turned from yellow to gray, although the original color showed through where countless feet had rubbed off the second coat of paint. They were into the emergency exit stairs for the restaurant level. Almost there… Celluci was so close she could feel his breath hot against her back. He hit the last landing seconds behind her.

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