Finders Keepers (A Jane Barnaby Adventure)
by J.J. DiBenedetto
It should have been a simple job. All archaeology student Jane Barnaby had to do was pick up a box her professor needed and deliver it to him at his dig site, along with his new car. Yes, his office was in Oxfordshire, and his dig site was in Spain, a trip of 1,400 miles across three countries and two bodies of water. Still, it should have been simple.
And it was, until Jane discovered she picked up the wrong box by mistake. Not the one with boring pottery samples, but instead the one with priceless ancient Egyptian artifacts. The one that a team of international art thieves is after.
Now she’s chasing – and being chased by – the thieves. And she’s picked up a pair of passengers who claim they can help her outwit them, get her professor’s pottery back and return the artifacts to their rightful owner. If only she could figure out which one of them is working with the thieves and which one she can trust in this high-stakes game of finders keepers.
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J.J. (James) Dibenedetto's fans would swear he's got a sixth sense when it comes to seeing into the minds of others and often wonder if his stories could possibly be fiction. He enjoys suspending disbelief with suspenseful paranormal tales that are a perfect blend of reality meets fantasy.
His popular Dream Series continues to delight readers with each and every exciting installment.
Born in Yonkers, New York, he currently resides in Arlington Virginia with his beautiful wife and a cat he is sure has taken full advantage of its nine lives. When it comes to the cat, he often wonders, but then again it might just be his imagination.
Adrenaline and anger were still flowing freely through Jane, keeping her from a complete meltdown. She still had the presence of mind to form coherent questions. “OK, before we call the cops, you’ve got one chance. Why did you want to break into my car?” In calmer circumstances, she might have lost her train of thought, wondering what the French slang for “policeman” was, since it couldn’t possibly be “cop.” But she kept her focus, watching the thief’s reaction intently.
He looked desperate, afraid, about two steps from either collapsing to the ground in tears or trying to run for it. Jane didn’t want to bet on which one he might opt for, but he ended up choosing neither. Instead, he answered her, in a voice that somehow combined hysteria and impatience. “I didn’t want to break into anything! I’m with the Bodleian Library, you took the wrong box, you were carrying around Egyptian relics that were supposed to go to the British Museum! They sent me to bring them back, and what do I find after following you for hours and hours? A broken window, no box, and instead of chasing after the people who actually did steal it, you try to kill me!”
She wanted to just punch him again, but Jane fought back the impulse and considered the man’s words. The Bodleian Library was a pretty random name to drop, if he was just lying to save his skin. It seemed very unlikely that a garden-variety thief would come up with that. And the fact was, someone else had to have broken the window. She had to accept that. So if he was telling the truth about where he was from, and if he was telling the truth that he didn’t break the window, then, logically, he had to be right that every second she stood here wanting to knock him unconscious was another second for the actual thief to get farther away.