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her head.  Probably just the neighbor’s cat. She’d made the mistake of feeding it once and now it showed up at odd hours looking for a little tidbit.  She dropped part of the paper and reached down to pick it up.  It was the beginning of the reference section.  One name leapt out at her: Edgar Cayce.
    “Drew, what were you up to?” she murmured.
    Theories on the existence of Atlantis had been around almost since the dawn of mankind.  But within archaeology, the topic was taboo.  No reputable academic would give credence to the possibility of its existence, not, at least, if he or she wanted to get published anywhere.
    And using Edgar Cayce as a source was not going to gain you any points, either.  Cayce was a psychic from the early twentieth century.  He was widely regarded as incredibly accurate in his psychic medical diagnosis.  Research conducted in the 1970s put his accuracy at an astounding eighty-six percent.  But it was his past-life readings on Atlantis that raised the most eyebrows.
    A second citation caught her attention.  “The Book of Enoch.”  She struggled to recall what little she could about the apocryphal text.  Enoch, Noah’s great-grandfather, allegedly wrote it after a visit to heaven.
    Her stomach growled, interrupting her thoughts.  She realized she hadn’t eaten since lunch yesterday.  Picking up her mug, she drained the last bits of coffee.   She might not want any food, but if she was going to get through the day, she’d need the fuel. 
    She headed downstairs, her mind filled with Drew’s ideas.  Lost in her thoughts, she rounded the bottom of the stairs, eyes cast on the ground, her mind millennia away. 
    “Ah, there you are.”
    Her head jerked up and she stumbled to a stop.  An Asian man stood staring at her, a small smile on his face.  “I’ve been waiting for you.”
     
     
     

CHAPTER 9
     
    T he man stood in the middle of the kitchen, not trying to hide, not trying to get away.  His smile deepened, which only served to increase her fear.
    “So nice to meet you, Dr. McPhearson.”
    Laney paused.  He knew her name.  Not a burglary, then.  He was about her age, she thought, and maybe Chinese.  Idly, she noted he was impeccably dressed in dark slacks and a pristine white shirt.  She wasn’t a fashionista, but she recognized expensive when she saw it.             
    His build was lean and muscular, but he was only a few inches taller than she was.  He stood with his weight rested on his back foot. She knew that stance.  It allowe d balance and quick movement.  It told her not to underestimate him.  She’d seen some incredible martial artists almost a foot shorter than this man who could kill with the smallest movement.  She had a feeling this man was just as lethal. 
    She started to back out of the kitchen, her hands up in front of her.  “Who are you? What do you want?’
    He pulled a knife from a sheath on his belt.   “Forgive me for not introducing myself. How rude.  I'm Paul.  And I want you, of course.” He lunged across the room. 
    Laney sprinted out of the kitchen, just evading his outstretched hand.  She struggled with the locks at the front door and then dove for the floor as the man plunged his knife into the door where she’d been standing.  He’d stabbed so hard, it was embedded up to the hilt.  Rolling out of the way, she had just gained her feet when he yanked her up by the hair. 
    Without a thought, she launched her fist back, angling her body to land the hammer punch in his groin.  He grunted and released her.  Pulling the coat rack down as she passed, she ran for the kitchen.
    Her heart rate spiked as his footsteps pounded behind her.  That groin shot should have given her enough time to get to the back door at least.  How was he still coming?
    Waiting until the last possible moment, she whirled and slammed her left foot into his stomach. As he doubled over, she launched a sidekick to his face,