An Angel In Stone. Peggy Nicholson
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A Tyrannosaurus rex tooth made entirely of fire opal?
Opalized fossils were Raine’s professional specialty—and her personal obsession.
“Let’s throw a little light on this.” Cade produced a penlight from an inner pocket and flicked it on.
Coruscating with green and pink flames, then glimmers of coppery gold, the tooth flamed as Cade played the light over it.
Lia held the tooth up, the gently curved fang nearly twice as long as her hand. “Would you like to buy this?”
Cade, Raine’s professional rival, laughed under his breath, then glanced ironically at Raine—and held her gaze.
You against me!
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An Angel in Stone
Peggy Nicholson
PEGGY NICHOLSON
grew up in Texas with plans to be an astronaut, a jockey or a wild animal collector. Instead she majored in art at Brown University in Rhode Island then restored and lived aboard a 1920s wooden sailboat for ten years. She has worked as a high school art teacher, a chef to the country’s crankiest nonagenarian millionaire, a waitress in an oyster bar and a full-time author. Her interests include antique rose gardening, Korat cats, ethnic cooking, offshore sailing and—but naturally!—reading romances. She says, “The best thing about writing is that, in the midst of life’s worst pratfalls and disasters, I can always say, ‘Wow, what a story this’ll make!’” You can write to Peggy at P.O. Box 675, Newport, RI 02840.
This one’s for Jimmy, James Grimes, little brother grown big—King of the Dinos back then; King of the Road now. All the hugs in the world!
And with infinite gratitude to Paula Eykelhof, for much wisdom, forbearance as needed and many a smile.
Contents
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Epilogue
Prologue
10:00 p.m. September 23
P olice horses ought to come equipped with sirens. Galloping up West 79th Street in Manhattan, Raine found the heavy evening traffic was slowing her down. In the taxi ahead, the passengers turned around to gape and point at the horse and rider. Okay, so she wasn’t wearing much more than a swathe of red silk, a red thong bikini and red wedge-heel sandals. Next time I dress for a black-tie gala, I’ll choose jodhpurs, she promised them grimly. Now will you for Pete’s sake get outta our way? This is an emergency!
They were too busy staring. Now the cabbie had turned, as well. His brake lights stuttered.
“Blasted rubberneckers!” She reined the bay onto the sidewalk and kept going.
Up ahead, an awning stretched from the raised entrance of a swank co-op to the curb. A uniformed doorman ambled down its crimson carpet. “Coming through!” Raine cried, ducking to lay her cheek alongside the bay’s hot neck.
“Hey!” The doorman stumbled backward and sat down hard on the co-op steps. “What the hell d’you think you’re—”
“Call the cops! Over on 80th Street! Need ’em NOW!”
“You better believe I’ll call ’em, blondie! And when they catch up with you—”
But Raine was peering ahead to the next awning. “Look out! Coming through!”
Not exactly the way she’d envisioned this evening. Cocktails, they’d said. Then dinner, after which she’d make a short speech—that was the worst ordeal she’d figured on facing tonight. Then they’d hold the auction, and her half of the bargain would be fulfilled. To celebrate, she’d planned on taking a nice walk home from the museum by moonlight.
As they neared the intersection with Amsterdam, she slowed the horse. “Easy, sweetie.” No sense wiping out, turning the corner.
Hooves clattering on concrete, they wheeled right—and bore down on a woman, who stood, peering intently into a shop window. A leash stretched from her lax hand all the way across the sidewalk to the curb, where a Scottie dog was equally absorbed in anointing a lamppost. “Drop it!” Raine called, waving the pistol she held at the leash. “Drop it now!”
The woman whirled, shrieked,