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Jenna James’s life has been smooth sailing since she left the high-powered law firm of Marbury Marfan. She’s happily ensconced as a professor at a prestigious law school, where she’s well liked by her students, coupled-up with a handsome colleague, and on track for tenure. But things take a shocking turn one morning when a student, Primo, comes to Jenna’s office seeking her advice about a treasure map he recently inherited. When Primo turns up dead and Jenna is suddenly the prime suspect in a murder investigation, everyone turns on her. Desperate for help, she calls on two old friends: Robert Tarza, her old law partner from Marbury Marfan, and Oscar Quesana, an odd-duck solo practitioner. The three race to save Jenna’s career—and perhaps her life—in this whip-smart thriller of treasure maps, murder, and law school politics.
document I managed to interpret was a cargo manifest that seemed to list how many barrels of water the ship carried when it left port—it was unclear to me which port—in 1636. Gabrielle returned a couple of hours later and worked with the documents herself for a while. I sat and watched her. By the end of the afternoon she had made good progress and handed me rough translations of about a dozen documents. “If I work all day tomorrow,” she said, “I can probably get through most of the rest
3—Wednesday Afternoon I thanked Aldous for the picnic, gave him a peck on the cheek—it’s amazing how a relationship can cool as quickly as thin-crust pizza—and went back to my condo. I had come up with a plan, but if I was going to implement it, I needed to do it quickly. Oscar had given me a copy of the receipt for the sodium azide that had supposedly been found in the pocket of my jacket. The name of the company from which it was bought was at the top of the page—Angin Chemical. It
even remotely resembled a map. I looked in the drawers and cabinets. I searched the trash can in the women’s room and even in the men’s room. Nothing. I returned to my office and considered what to do with the coffee that was left in the coffeepot. I was about to take it to the bathroom and dump it when I had second thoughts. Skillings had taken a sample, which Drady had said he was going to give to the police. If there turned out to be something wrong with the coffee, there were going to be
dinner at the world’s highest restaurant, including the airfare to get there?” “It’s a bet,” Oscar responded. “Where is it?” “According to Tess, it’s At.mosphere, which is on the one hundred twenty-second floor of the Burj Khalifa in Dubai. And by the way, they spell it with a period after the t.” “I’m not in on this bet,” Jenna said. “It’s above my pay grade, no pun intended.” “The loser of the bet,” Oscar said, “gets to pay for you, too.” CHAPTER 41 I let Jenna and
your version?” “Certainly.” “So if you have the exact latitude and longitude of where a wreck is, you don’t really need a physical map, do you?” He smiled. “Nope.” “Why did you and your brother bother to use a map at all?” “It’s so much better,” he answered, “to give investors a map with an X on it to mark the spot. It’s more romantic.” “Romantic?” “Sure. Lots of people invest in this sort of venture out of a sense of romance. It’s much more exciting to tell your