Page 29 of Deadly Secrets
Definitely not the rental papers, so the guy must have stolen those too. Whoever this was, he had her name, home address, and insurance information—all the stuff you needed to rent a car these days—along with her laptop, which contained mountains of her research, the papers she was writing for various journals, and her contacts in the world of anthropology and religion.
Great. Just great.
Luckily, anthropology and religion weren’t exactly scintillating topics to those who didn’t study them. Her thief would probably see no value in her research, wipe the hard drive and sell the laptop.
Most of her stuff was backed up at home. At least she wouldn’t lose everything.
“What’s that?” Roman said, stepping up beside her.
“I don’t know. I don’t remember seeing it when I shoved the rental papers inside the glove box, but the papers are gone, by the way. Nothing else in there but this.”
He took it from her hand, turning it over under the light of his phone. Handing the phone to her, he opened the unsealed envelope and drew a notecard out, slowly, as if it had cooties or something.
Opening the card, he frowned and Brooke leaned closer to see why. Fat brush strokes in black ink stared back at her and her pulse bolted.
She stumbled back, dropping Roman’s phone. “The sigil. The…one.”
The last thing she saw as Roman reached for her was the card fluttering to the ground.
