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This story follows the first in Jenn’s Rediscovered series, Last Assault on Oak Island.
Onward with the search for the Amber Room. . .
Lauren's nerves edged as they entered the village limits of Bad Werlein that afternoon. The town was small, with only a few shops, rival inns, and the obligatory taverns, one called the Bismarck, the other the Hood. Reuben parked at one of the inns called Raven Inn and screwed a silencer onto his gun barrel. She looked at the black bird wooden cutout on the sign, which at her angle looked like a vulture ready to pick the flesh from unattended bones.
Lauren's fingers gripped the small duffle bag tightly as she watched.
A moment later, her pulse leaped in her wrist as he got out of the car opened her door. She wanted to say something, anything, that would sway his intentions, whatever they were, but her mouth was too dry, her mind too numb.
He took her hand and they went inside the inn. They climbed the staircase and found the room on the second floor. As she looked at the number on the door her blood seemed to have run cold, like it had at the rental car on the side of the road near the chateau.
Room 211. Raven Inn. That was where it was going to happen. That is how it will end? How has it come to this so soon in life? she wondered. The game had gotten too rough too early.
He knocked on the door. "Reubens," he said to the inquiry from inside the room.
The door opened. Lauren's first sight of Carlos made her breath catch. His sparse hair was bunched in tufts as if he'd been pulling at it and his nose was deeply creased from his glasses. He looked exhausted and ten years older.
Reuben jerked her to a halt when she tried to cross the room to the curator. "Get out of here," he told Geil who was still closing the door.
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