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The floor was cold and damp against her face.

There was a familiar smell.

“A crypt,” Annja said, without realizing she’d spoken the thought aloud.

“Most perceptive.” It was a woman’s voice.

The light began to move. The woman placed an oil-filled lantern on top of a great stone sarcophagus close to where Annja lay bound.

“How long was I out?” Annja asked.

“Four hours, nearly five. You must have the constitution of a horse. That dose should have put you out for much longer, unless he managed to screw that up, too.” The woman’s eyes flicked to a dark heap in the corner.

“Is he dead?”

She nodded. “I should hope so.” She made the shape of a gun with her fingers and thumb and mimed putting a bullet through his brain.

Did she really value life so cheaply? “And me? Am I just another loose end to be put out of my misery?”

“Oh, no, not at all. You’re far more important than that. I am sure my brother will tell you all about it.”

“Brother?”

“Enough with the questions. You’re almost as bad as your friend. The pretty one. Garin.”

“I suppose you killed him, too.”

“Of course not. He’s been most helpful.”

Annja thought of everything Roux had told her about the midnight visit and the theft from the vault and muttered, “I’ll kill him.”

“Not until we’re finished with him.”