The Tomb of Eternity

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The view of Manhattan was obscured by heavy cloud as the Boeing banked to starboard and began its final descent into the city. An exhausted Joe Hawke snatched a glimpse of the Chrysler Building before it was blocked by more of the same cloud. Next to him, Lea Donovan, the Irishwoman he trusted more than anyone else in the world slept fitfully, and across the aisle Ryan Bale stared into nothing without blinking or moving.

Hawke looked away and closed his eyes. It was less than a day since Nightingale had sent him the text saying she was being kidnapped. He had stared at those words dozens of times during the flight, each time hoping he had made some kind of a mistake, that maybe it was a joke after all.

As for the picture of the man she had sent before he snatched her — the hideous, blurred image of her tormentor looming over her with what looked like a kitchen knife in his hand — he felt an uncontrollable rage rise in him every time he looked at it.

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