Tracker: A Short Story Exclusive (Sigma Force Novels)
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From New York Times bestselling author James Rollins comes a stirring story of a soldier and his military war dog who are drawn into a dark mystery tracing back to World War II and a lost treasure tied to the bones of the dead.
Off the streets in the medieval heart of Budapest, Captain Tucker Wayne and his war dog, Kane, rescue a mysterious woman fleeing three armed men. The secret she holds will unlock a terrible treasure, one steeped in blood and treachery, tied to a crime going back to the fall of Nazi Germany and a heritage of suffering and pain that reaches out from the past to wreak havoc today. In a final showdown in the depths of a lost cemetery, truths will be unearthed, treasures exposed, and the fate of all will rest upon the shoulders of one man and a dog whose courage is beyond measure.
Included with this thrilling story is sneak peek at Bloodline, where the further exploits of Tucker and Kane will be revealed.
Tucker cried out. The command was barely off his lips when Kane obeyed, letting go and dropping back on the street. But the man continued his downward swing at the dog’s neck with a savage bellow. Kane could not get out of the way in time. Tucker was already moving. Heart pounding, he dove for the abandoned pistol and scooped it up. He shoulder-rolled to bring the weapon up—but he was too slow. The machete flashed in the sunlight. A gunshot cracked loudly. The man crumpled backward, half his skull shattering away.
If I don’t end this, they’ll come after me, too. That guy I knocked down in the alley will know you weren’t alone. I’d rather not spend the rest of my life looking over my shoulder for a rogue agent from the Hungarian NSZ. ” “Then I’m coming with you. ” “Sorry. Kane and I work alone. You’ll be safer here. ” She blocked him when he made a move toward the door. “You don’t speak the language. You don’t know what my father looks like. And you don’t know anything about the city. It’s my father’s life that’s in danger.
He was going to leave it to them to explain as best they could to the authorities, leaving his name out. Aliza leaned her face through the open window. “Thank you. ” She kissed him lightly on the cheek. “Are you sure you don’t want to stay? If only for another night. ” He heard the offer behind her words, but he knew how complicated things would become if he did stay. He had two hundred million reasons why it was time for him to go. “What about a reward? ” she asked. He pictured Csorba falling into his own grave, snapping his neck.
But before you turn to that first page, I must make one correction concerning the startling statements made above. They are, in fact, far too conservative in their estimates. For not only is immortality within our reach—it is already here. Summer 1134 Summer 1134 Holy Lands They once called her a witch and a whore. But no longer. She sat astride a gray destrier as the black-armored warhorse stepped gingerly through the carnage of battle. Bodies littered the fields ahead, Muslim and Christian alike.
They marked this place as their own. He lowers the gun to the dirt. He recognizes the leader by his stiff-legged movements as he stalks forward in the slink of the shadows that share this space. This was their wild land, and they claimed it for themselves. To help his partner, Kane must make it his own—if only for the night. With a low growl, he leaps for the largest shadow. The howl and wails of a savage dogfight echoed eerily through to the cottage. It sounded like something from a prehistoric epoch, full of blood, anger, and survival.