Spanish Eye [MultiFormat]
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eBook by Nik Morton
eBook Category: Mystery/Crime/Suspense/Thriller
eBook Description: Leon Cazador will hold back the encroaching night of unreason... Private Investigator Leon Cazador is half-English, half-Spanish and wholly against the ungodly. His connections run wide and deep, which is to be expected of a man who served in the Spanish Foreign Legion, liaised with Japanese police, and was a spy. Dive into his fascinating stories, based on real events. Glean insight into his past and the people with whom he rubbed shoulders. Cazador translated into English means hunter. He is indeed a man driven to hunt down felons of all kinds, to redress the balance of good against evil. Sometimes, Cazador operates in disguise under several aliases, among them Carlos Ortiz Santos, a modern day Simon Templar. Join him as he combats drug-traffickers, grave robbers, al-Qaeda infiltrators and conmen. Be witness to the dodgy Spanish developers and shady expat Englishmen who face his wrath. Traders in human beings, stolen vehicles and endangered species meet their match. Kidnappers, crooked mayors and conniving Lotharios will come within his orbit of ire. Even the vengeful Chinese and indebted Japanese are his friends--and enemies. In his adventurous life, he's witnessed many travesties of justice, so as a private investigator, he will use his considerable skills to right wrongs in the most clever and unexpected of ways. Leon Cazador fights injustice in all its forms and often metes out his own rough justice. It's what he does.
eBook Publisher: Solstice Publishing/solsticepublishing
Fictionwise Release Date: August 2010
"The dust of the past swirled and
dislodged samples of history..."
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Angel Ramos held his breath as he carefully unlatched then lifted the ornate lid off the rosewood box. A distinctive smell emerged like a palpable thing, together with a fine miasma of dust that floated in the sunbeams slanting through the hotel window. It was the aroma of old parchment or vellum that harbored the dust of centuries.
"This is only the second time in almost seven hundred years that this chest has been opened," he said in a hushed voice.
"You sound like you've found the Holy Grail," I said, watching his latex-gloved fingers gently lift out a vellum scroll, one of several.
Delicately, he used a small brush to clear away the fine film of dust. "Your jest might be close to the truth, Leon."
This surprised me. Angel was not prone to exaggerate. I'd known him since 1987 when we met in Afghanistan, of all places. He was on an archaeological dig, specially sanctioned by Gorbachev himself, and I was disguised as a sheepherder to spy on the Russian invaders. Strange, how the world has turned since.
A fit septuagenarian, his straggly hair was white with streaks of gray. Angel's shoulders were stooped, probably from studying too many buried relics. Behind his spectacles, his dark brown eyes still held a glint of youthful excitement.
Holding his breath again, he unrolled the vellum and scanned the contents, his thin lips pursed. He seemed mesmerized, yet his eyes kept moving, reading. The hotel room dimmed into obscurity around us. Only this ancient letter appeared real.
Finally, he lowered the letter to the table and let out his breath. "This is very good," he said, and somehow I knew that it was an understatement.
I leaned closer. The writing was Latin. At the foot of the page was a wax seal, its patina tarnished.
"It's written by Ruy Menendez, a Knight Templar."
"Really? What does he say?"
Angel said, "I'll paraphrase for you. They hid their treasure to prevent it from getting into the grasping hands of the king and the pope."
"Yes, I've read about the period. Plenty of scope for myth, I always thought."
"Quite so. And he gives instructions on how to find the treasure."