Art investigator Madison Dupre knew the offer was too good to be true: $20,000 for a quick trip to Dubai, the fantastic Arabian Nights city on the Persian Gulf. The call came from Sir Henri Lipton, a man who was supposed to be dead – and whom she had hoped was burning in hell because he had ruined her career before his violent demise. He told her only one tantalizing thing about the piece of art: Let's just say it's a couple of thousand years old and was buried with Christ. The fact that the offer came from a man wanted on three continents for art looting was fair warning that there would be a catch.
But with debt collectors and an avaricious landlord pounding on her door, Madison listened when the devil whispered magic words in her ear: $20,000 cash – upfront. There was a catch, of course. A number of them. Sir Henri was up to his neck in conspiracies and needed someone to deflect the danger onto – not to mention frame for the most audacious art theft in history.
Dubai, a city that has been called Las Vegas on steroids, is the first stop on a quest that takes Madison to an ancient Mesopotamian city, the dark streets of exotic Istanbul, Venice at Carnival time, and a cathedral where the most sacred object of Christendom is stored. Along the way, she finds romance in the arms of a Russian agent whom she doesn't trust – and can't resist.
