T. Lee Harris is a scribbler of the lowest order. Not only does she pen lies about people who don’t exist, but she draws pictures of them as well. Harris has also been known to aid and abet others by putting their scribblings into book form and even going so far as to devise covers for these publications. She claims she went to school to learn these things, but that shouldn’t be held against anyone.
Harris is, in turn, aided and abetted by others in her assaults against literature. Among these accomplices are Hydra Publications and Untreed Reads, who have promulgated her lies about a retired spy who keeps getting mixed up in other people’s business, the Southern Indiana Writers’ Group — possibly the worst offenders of all — who have repeatedly permitted her to commit acts of literary vandalism with their Indian Creek Anthology Series. Also implicated are Per Bastet Publications who — not content to shamelessly publish her untruths about an ancient Egyptian scribe and a magic temple cat — have put forth her prevarications about a vampire turned law enforcement agent.
There are suspicions that Harris is committing yet another novel or two, but this has not been confirmed.
Former military intelligence operative, Josh Katzen, had been enjoying retirement. New name, new job, new friends . . . he should have known it couldn’t last.
When a skeleton, wearing an expensive wristwatch, is uncovered in an ancient Peruvian ruin, it sparks a chain of events that threaten to topple Katzen’s new life like so many dominoes. The situation gets worse when the remains are identified as those of a notorious antiquities dealer who disappeared decades before, taking with him the location of an item he’d stolen from the US government.
Against his will, Katzen finds himself drawn back into the shadow-world of espionage and is forced to use his skills and wits to survive and perhaps save the day one more time.