Finders Keepers (A
Jane Barnaby Adventure)
by
J.J. DiBenedetto
Blurb:
It should have been a simple job. All archaeology student
Jane Barnaby had to do was pick up a box her professor needed and deliver it to
him at his dig site, along with his new car. Yes, his office was in
Oxfordshire, and his dig site was in Spain, a trip of 1,400 miles across three
countries and two bodies of water. Still, it should have been simple.
And it was, until Jane discovered she picked up the wrong box
by mistake. Not the one with boring pottery samples, but instead the one with
priceless ancient Egyptian artifacts. The one that a team of international art
thieves is after.
Now she’s chasing – and being chased by – the thieves. And
she’s picked up a pair of passengers who claim they can help her outwit them,
get her professor’s pottery back and return the artifacts to their rightful
owner. If only she could figure out which one of them is working with the
thieves and which one she can trust in this high-stakes game of finders
keepers.
Where to buy the book:
http://getBook.at/FindersKeepers
About the Author:
J.J. (James) Dibenedetto's fans would swear he's got a sixth
sense when it comes to seeing into the minds of others and often wonder if his
stories could possibly be fiction. He enjoys suspending disbelief with
suspenseful paranormal tales that are a perfect blend of reality meets fantasy.
His popular Dream Series continues to delight readers with
each and every exciting installment.
Born in Yonkers, New York, he currently resides in Arlington
Virginia with his beautiful wife and a cat he is sure has taken full advantage
of its nine lives. When it comes to the cat, he often wonders, but then again
it might just be his imagination.
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Excerpt:
Adrenaline and anger were still flowing freely through Jane,
keeping her from a complete meltdown.
She still had the presence of mind to form coherent questions. “OK, before we call the cops, you’ve got one
chance. Why did you want to break into
my car?” In calmer circumstances, she
might have lost her train of thought, wondering what the French slang for
“policeman” was, since it couldn’t possibly be “cop.” But she kept her focus, watching the thief’s
reaction intently.
He looked desperate, afraid, about two steps from either
collapsing to the ground in tears or trying to run for it. Jane didn’t want to bet on which one he might
opt for, but he ended up choosing neither.
Instead, he answered her, in a voice that somehow combined hysteria and
impatience. “I didn’t want to break into
anything! I’m with the Bodleian Library,
you took the wrong box, you were carrying around Egyptian relics that were
supposed to go to the British Museum!
They sent me to bring them back, and what do I find after following you
for hours and hours? A broken window, no
box, and instead of chasing after the people who actually did steal it, you try
to kill me!”
She wanted to just punch him again, but Jane fought back the
impulse and considered the man’s words.
The Bodleian Library was a pretty random name to drop, if he was just
lying to save his skin. It seemed very
unlikely that a garden-variety thief would come up with that. And the fact was, someone else had to have
broken the window. She had to accept
that. So if he was telling the truth
about where he was from, and if he was telling the truth that he didn’t break
the window, then, logically, he had to be right that every second she stood
here wanting to knock him unconscious was another second for the actual thief
to get farther away.
