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Those were the most difficult words Lara had written in a very long time. She hadn't seen her father since that day eight years ago. The day when he disowned her for turning her back on her old life. She accepted his decision with the impertinence of youth, but as the years rolled by she began to feel a gnawing. Her mother died years before which left her Father as her only immediate relative. She began to think of her life more in terms of the future than the present. Maybe it was just her turning 30. At any rate she missed him.
And now, she needed him. While vacationing in Geneva she received a phone call. It was an archaeologist on a dig in central Iran. They were looking for an artifact of some importance. A thousand-year-old gold statue with five large rubies set into its belly. The problem was that no one knew where it was or if it still existed. Except one person. The last human ever to set eyes on it was a five year old British boy, the son of an RAF group captain stationed in post-WWII Persia. That boy was James Henshingly Croft, Lara's father. |