Day of Atonement (Rogue Angel, Book 54)
Alex Archer, Steven Savile
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A reckoning that will destroy them all…
Trials, persecutions, false accusations, the Inquisition—for archaeologist and TV host Annja Creed, the current episode they're taping for her show is a fascinating one. But while Annja is filming the last segment in France, a vicious "accident" nearly kills her. It looks to be unintentional…until a man calling himself Cauchon claims responsibility.
The name Cauchon strikes a chord in the exceptionally—some might say unnaturally— long memory of Annja's friend and mentor Roux. Discovering the old man's secret years ago, Cauchon wanted to blackmail Roux before fate put the matter to rest. Or so Roux thought. Now this powerful fanatic has turned from seeking out the divine to meting out "justice." Vengeance. And he will single-handedly resurrect the violence of the Inquisition to ensure that Annja and her friend are judged and found guilty. With so much at stake, Annja may soon find that friendship can be fatal.
them, and now they’re talking to the gendarmerie. I’m long gone. It’s all good.” “Go to your hotel room and wait there until I arrive. Something’s happening here, and I don’t like it. I really don’t like it.” “I’ve got work to do.” “Your life could be in danger.” “It has been ever since you first walked into it, my friend. I’m still here.” “Please,” he said. It wasn’t often he used the word please. His usual method for showing just how much he cared was blind indifference. She didn’t like
into the leather seat. The windows were tinted and, he suspected, armored. Interesting. He gazed out of the window as they pulled away from the hangar and followed the parking lot around to the road that would take them out of the airfield, past the parking lot and a hollowed-out 747 that had been converted into an overnight hostel for travelers. He felt like celebrating even though the business was far from concluded. He’d played the game perfectly so far. Even so, he resisted the temptation
here, I’m sure of that.” He was thinking on his feet. “He will have been watching you. He must have been, to make that call. We can only assume he won’t leave until he’s finished whatever it is he’s planning to do. So we have to make sure that we stop him.” “Easier said than done. Where do we start?” “We have one obvious link to him—the two men who tried to kidnap you,” he said finally. “If he doesn’t come to us, we go to him. Through them.” “You must have forgotten about the whole police
on her cheek as he bent down to be closer. “Are you all right?” he asked. It was a stupid question, but was exactly what she would have asked. It was a human response to someone who was hurt. She resisted the urge to open her eyes until she heard the sound of him being hit—hard—and falling. He landed on top of her, driving the air from her lungs. A moment later the weight was lifted. Annja scrambled free. “Well, that was easy,” Garin said. He relieved the man of his Uzi. The guard
very deluded man who had witnessed the execution of Joan at Rouen, seen her sword shattered and swallowed the wild claims of the real Cauchon, who used devilry and demon possession as a way to explain why men, good men, normal men, would follow a woman into battle, which was about the most unnatural thing he could imagine.” “And the breastplate?” “Joan’s.” That said it all. “This was hers?” Roux nodded. “So you gave him something that had been close to Joan’s heart, feeding the delusion?”