Poseidon's Gold: A Marcus Didius Falco Mystery (Marcus Didius Falco, Book 5)
Lindsey Davis
Language: English
Pages: 240
ISBN: 0345380258
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
Rome, AD 72. Falco returns home from a six-month mission to the German legions. But trouble is in store for him: his apartment has been wrecked by squatters, and an ex-legionary friend of his colorfully heroic brother Festus is demanding money, allegedly owed him as the result of one of Festus's wild schemes. Worse still, the only client Falco can get is his mother-who wants him to clear the family name.
Then, just as Falco thinks things can only get better, fate takes a turn for the worse. The legionary is found viciously stabbed to death, with Falco the prime suspect. Now he has only three days to prove he is not a murderer, to trace the real suspect, amass evidence, and win a fortune.
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already a hero in our eyes. There was no way to spend the money in the desert, so we sank it into another investment, knowing that if we came unstuck we could now just thank the Fates for being vindictive, and we’d lost nothing overall – though if we made our sale, we could all retire.’ ‘Censorinus then came in with you?’ ‘Yes. We had never talked about our winnings, but when people have a windfall word always gets out. Censorinus was already being considered as a candidate for promotion. He
He looked at the Zeus. He said, as if I had just produced a bag of apples, ‘I see you’ve found it then!’ LXIV His eyes devoured the Phidias. I asked quietly, ‘What are you doing here?’ Pa let out a small groan of ecstasy, ignoring my question as he lost himself in admiration of the Zeus. ‘Did you know this was here, Pa?’ For an instant Geminus blinked unreliably. But he cannot have known for much longer than I had, or the statue would not have been left here. He must have been starting to
been Vespasian’s chief qualification. He and his elder son Titus were virtually partners now; even the younger, Domitian, took a full part in public duties. The night I came to beg for advancement both imperial sons were working; the chamberlain, who knew me, told me to choose which Caesar I wanted to see. Even before I had made up my mind I knew the best choice was to walk away. But I was geared up for action, and could not back down. Not even I could ask Titus, who had once cast interested
with him. He could become extremely irritating when he exerted his official role. ‘No, it’s fair!’ he retorted. ‘It’s not my fault if you start throwing punches at an off-duty legionary who next minute gets himself sliced up. Think yourself lucky I’m not measuring you for manacles. I’m freeing your reins, Falco, but I want a return. I need to know what this business with your brother was, and you stand more chance of discovering the details than anyone, including me.’ That was probably right.
counted the storeys when I was here before), found their room, spent half an hour trying to pick the lock, discovered the door was open anyway, and then sat in darkness waiting for them. At least I was under cover now. XXXVIII Manlius and Varga came swinging back home in the dead of night, arguing at the tops of their voices with a gang of other artistic delinquents as if it was broad daylight. I heard a shutter crash open and someone screamed at them; they answered with an innocent calm that