When Dr. Jonathan Munro’s house is broken into, and his former best friend and colleague, archaeologist Stephen Kaufman, is knifed in the streets of Ankara, he is thrust into a world of international criminals who will stop at nothing to claim the priceless artifact Dr. Kaufman unearthed - a scroll revealing the location of the missing autographs of the New Testament.
But is it the find of the century, or a costly fraud?
As he flees with Isabel, Kaufman’s beguiling sister, Dr. Munro finds himself pursued by relentless mercenaries intent on seizing this incalculable treasure for themselves. Through some of Christianity’s most revered historical sites, he and Isabel must race to unravel the clues and find the autographs before they fall into the wrong hands.
The Lost Scrolls is Book 1 in a bestselling series. It has topped the UK Kindle paid charts for over three months, along with its sequel "Elixir of Life".
Converting this bestseller will open the way to converting two additional books that are also dominating the UK sales charts, creating a steady profit flow for the translator.
Prologue
Within fifteen minutes, Dr. Stephen Kaufman would face death. He knew it. His heart pounded the point home. He threaded through the crowded streets of Ankara, Turkey, brushing by pedestrians, thrusting past the busy shops, glancing furtively behind.
Once or twice, he thought he spotted his pursuer. That same face he’d seen after too many turns to be coincidence. But then, he thought he’d seen him ahead, too, nonchalantly bearing down on him, until he realized it was someone else.
He drew his hand across his brow, wiped the sweat off on his shirt, and rushed forward. Along the hurried streets, the temperature was a mild ninety degrees. The smell of exotic spices and coffee mingled with the acrid stink of exhaust fumes, and he struggled to breathe.
He ducked into a side street café and out the back door, creeping through the alley until he spied the FedEx shop across the street. Stephen swallowed with relief and crossed to the other side.
Inside the shop, he obtained a box and dropped in the small brass key he’d been carrying on a chain around his neck. A moment later, its fate was sealed. He breathed a shaky sigh and asked to use one of the computers. The clerk directed him toward a workstation in the back of the shop.
The cramped room was dark, lit only by the incandescent bulbs hanging above each workstation. He took his seat at one of the archaic computers and logged onto his email.
Almost nothing had gone according to plan, and he was almost out of time.
But it was worth it. There was no question of that. Worth his life and more. Even worth the life of his beloved sister. God, please don’t let it come to that. He saw her dark eyes smiling in her cream-colored skin, her raven locks framing her beautiful face. With a little luck, he just might get them both out alive.
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Spanish
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Already translated.
Translated by Silvana Borghi and María Fernanda Trapani
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