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Rizzoli & Isles 8-Book Set

Rizzoli & Isles 8-Book Set

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Autoren: Tess Gerritsen
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here, something that Jane herself would want from her own daughter.
    “So your mother dragged you from town to town, from name to name,” said Jane. “And where was your father in all this?”
    “My father died in Egypt, before I was born.”
    “Egypt?” Jane arched forward, her attention riveted on the young woman. “Tell me more.”
    “He was from France. One of the archaeologists at the dig.” Josephine’s lips turned up in a wistful smile. “She said he was brilliant and funny. And most of all, kind. That’s what she liked most about him, his kindness. They planned to get married, but there was an awful accident. A fire.” She swallowed. “Gemma was burned as well.”
    “Gemma Hamerton was with her in Egypt?”
    “Yes.” At the mention of Gemma, Josephine blinked away a sudden flash of tears. “It’s my fault, isn’t it? My fault she’s dead.”
    Jane looked at Frost, who appeared just as startled by this information as she was. Though he had been silent so far through the interview, now he could not resist asking a question.
    “This excavation you mentioned, where your parents met. Where was it in Egypt?”
    “Near Siwa Oasis. It’s in the western desert.”
    “What were they looking for?”
    Josephine shrugged. “They never found it.”
    “It?”
    “The lost army of Cambyses.”
    In the silence that followed, Jane could almost hear the puzzle pieces click into place.
Egypt. Cambyses. Bradley Rose.
She turned to Frost. “Show her his photo.”
    Frost pulled the snapshot from the file folder that he’d brought into the room and handed it to Josephine. It was the image that Professor Quigley had lent them, the photo taken at Chaco Canyon of a young Bradley staring at the camera lens, his eyes pale as a wolf’s.
    “Do you recognize this man?” asked Frost. “It’s an old picture. He’d be about forty-five now.”
    Josephine shook her head. “Who is he?”
    “His name is Bradley Rose. Twenty-seven years ago he was in Egypt, too. At the same archaeological dig where your mother worked. She would have known him.”
    Josephine frowned at the photo, as though struggling to see something about that face that she could recognize. “I’ve never heard that name. She never mentioned him.”
    “Josephine,” said Frost, “we think this is the man who’s been stalking you. The man who attacked you two nights ago. And we have reason to believe this is the Archaeology Killer.”
    She looked up, startled. “He knew my mother?”
    “They were at the same excavation. They must have known each other. It could explain why he’s now fixated on you. Your photo appeared twice in
The Boston Globe
, remember? Back in March, soon after you were hired by the museum. And then a few weeks ago, just before the CT scan of Madam X. Maybe Bradley saw the resemblance. Maybe he looked at your photo and saw your mother’s face. Do you look like her?”
    Josephine nodded. “Gemma said I look exactly like my mother.”
    “What was your mother’s name?” asked Jane.
    For a moment, Josephine didn’t respond, as though that particular secret had been buried so long, she could not even remember it. When she finally did answer, it came out so softly that Jane had to lean forward to hear it.
    “Medea. Her name was Medea.”
    “The name on the cartouche,” said Frost.
    Josephine stared down at the photo. “Why didn’t she tell me about him? Why have I never heard his name?”
    “Your mother seems to be the key to everything,” said Jane.
    “The key to what drives this man to kill. Even if you don’t know about him, he certainly knows about you, and he’s probably been in your life for some time, right on the periphery of your vision. Maybe he drove past your building every day. Or sat on the bus you rode to work. You just haven’t noticed him. When we get you back to Boston, we’re going to need a list of every place you frequent. Every café, every bookstore.”
    “But I’m not going back to Boston.”
    “You have to come back. We can’t protect you otherwise.”
    Josephine shook her head. “I’m better off somewhere else. Anywhere else.”
    “This man tracked you all the way here. You think he can’t repeat that trick?” Jane’s voice was quiet and relentless. “Let me tell you what Bradley Rose does to his victims. He cripples them first, so they can’t escape. The way he’s crippled you. The way he crippled Madam X. For a while, he kept her alive. He kept her someplace where no

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