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The Fortunate Buddha #1
Author Self-Published
April 2012
On Sale: April 15, 2012
Featuring: Anya Swift; Maxwell Sauvage
206 pages
ISBN: 1452451389
EAN: 9781452451381
Kindle: B007UQJSHI
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The rope would hold. Her timing ran perfectly even under
the
clock for the bag, tag and replace. High above, the
Ambassador’s guests celebrated the New Year’s Eve ball. The
music of the orchestra penetrated the reinforced shaft
walls. Hovering five feet above the pressure sensitive
floor
of the Ambassador’s private vault, Anya Swift – recovery
agent extraordinaire – flipped on the rope, tightening her
abdominals, so she hung upwards rather than upside down.
The change in position made the ascent easier and reduced
the chance of nausea. Shimmying up the rope, excitement
skittered through her belly. The sweet scent of the vanilla
lotion she’d applied earlier mingled with the saltier tang
of sweat.
Hush.
Never get too excited before a job finished. Her
butterflies
would have to stay in their cocoons until the Fortunate
Buddha could be returned where he belonged. Five minutes
before her absence at the party could become an issue.
Clearing security, as a disheveled guest may be overlooked,
clearing security after a prolonged absence with a valuable
stolen object in her possession invited trouble. One did
not
tempt the hands of Fate, for Fate possessed a mean right
hook.
The weight of the idol pressed against her spine. Crafted
of
gold, the religious icon wore a ruby solitaire in its belly
button. The value of theFortunate Buddha lay not in
precious
stones or metals, but the legend of good luck it brought to
temple visitors who prayed while rubbing its ruby-studded
belly. True or not, Anya’s job meant retrieving the Buddha
from the hands of the thieves who’d removed it from the
Taiwanese temple.
I am so taking next week to spend time working on my tan.
The inane thought might seem out of place under more
ordinary of circumstances, but the inane kept her sane. The
strong, tensile cord coiled into a compartment in her belt
as she ascended. If not for the sound sensors, she’d
whistle.
I can work on my tan, eat at the cafes on St. Ville Riches
and maybe even read Mom’s last manuscript. I told her I
would read it last week but it was Moscow and then Tel Aviv
and then back to Morocco and, silly me, I left it at home–I
am so…
The fuel spurring her inane thoughts sputtered out on an
empty tank of shock. Halfway up the shaft, strung between
the hatch and a hard place, she stared right into the lens
of a slender, flat cam pressed into the wall. Casual
surveillance would call it a rivet in the structure, but up
close, the lens glowed with a faint red light.
An undocumented camera.
In the vault.
Staring right at her.
Anya considered her options. Slide back down the rope and
put the Buddhaback or continue up and leave the party as
swiftly as possible. Her watch vibrated a warning. The loop
on the security cameras lasted forty-five seconds. Not
enough time to descend, replace and ascend again.
The red light stared at her unblinkingly,
I am so screwed.
She could spare just five seconds for the mental debate.
The
memory of Max’s familiar face drifted across her mind’s
eye.
She’d seen him at the party earlier, but she came to
Morocco
for a job, not a flirt. Now she would have to combine both.
Anya continued her ascent, barely clearing the access hatch
and closing it with the borrowed code before her watch
signaled the loop ended. Every camera below recorded live
once more.
Ready or not, Max. Here I come.