The Medusa Amulet

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Author: Robert Masello
Tags: Fiction, General, Suspense, Thrillers, Mystery & Detective, Crime
draped over one arm.
    “Good,” Palliser replied, “thank you.”
    “Let me take those for you,” Linz said, relieving Palliser of the wine and the briefcase before he could think to object.
    Then, as Rigaud held up the coat, Palliser turned and slipped his arms into the sleeves. He felt warmer already. But as he reached down to button it, Linz patted him on the shoulder, much harder than he thought necessary, and he was thrown off-balance. Before he could quite regain his footing, Rigaud had crouched down and was lifting him by the cuffs of his trousers.
    “Stop! What the—”
    But he was already upside down, his hands scrabbling at the edges of the oubliette. He tried to brace himself, but the stone was slick and his fingers kept sliding off into space.
    “Let go!” he shouted, trying desperately to kick free, even as the coins and keys from his pants and jacket rained onto the stone, and the glasses slipped off his nose. The Mont Blanc pen dropped from his breast pocket, spinning into the black void. One hand was still firmly planted on the stone, but Linz put out a foot and nudged it aside.
    An instant later Palliser was falling headfirst, caroming off the edges of the narrow shaft, shredding his clothes and ripping his skin, until he plunged, screaming, into the black water at the bottom of the pit.

    Linz waited a moment, listening to the gurgle of the water, then brushed his hands against his jacket and replaced the 1936 Sancerre on the shelf. He nodded at the grate, and Rigaud bent down and pushed it back into place.
    On the way out, Linz flicked off the lights and went upstairs to his bedroom. Ava was in the bathroom, removing her makeup. After getting undressed, he put on his pajamas and red silk robe, and began leafing through the pages from the late Mr. Palliser’s briefcase. So far, they looked very similar to papers he’d seen before, more’s the pity. They could join all the other sketches and journal entries and ricordanze , carried by previous, and equally unsuccessful, emissaries. Sometimes he wondered what he would do for amusement if these detectives and so-called art experts ever stopped coming.
    “Who was that bore at the dinner table?” Ava called from the bathroom.
    “Nobody.”
    “Will he be coming back?”
    “I don’t think so,” he replied, turning another page. Linz knew that behind them all, there lurked a rich and resourceful adversary—thoughnowhere near as rich and resourceful as he was—and while Rigaud had often advised him to cut the tree down at its roots, Linz resisted. A life like his held little enough to savor, and simply knowing that a nemesis existed gave him a special frisson of pleasure. He had always relished having enemies; he’d felt that their animosity directly fed his own power and invincibility.
    And as for these futile attempts to recover La Medusa ? He was the cat playing with the proverbial mouse.
    Ava bounded back into the bed, nude as usual, and yanked the covers up to her neck.
    “Tell me again why you won’t install central heating?”
    “Tell me why you refuse to wear the nightgowns I buy you.”
    “They’re not healthy—they constrict the limbs in sleep.”
    It was a discussion they had had a thousand times.
    “Heating ducts would destroy the integrity of the chateau walls,” Linz said. And he had always been terribly superstitious about any alterations to the Chateau Perdu.
    She burrowed deeper, pulling the blanket up to her eyeballs. “You and your integrity,” she snorted.
    Linz slipped the papers into the bedside drawer, right under the loaded pistol he always kept there, and turned out the lights. In the darkness, as he rolled onto his side, he fancied he could hear the cries of his dinner guest, echoing from the oubliette.

Chapter 3

    For David, Sunday night had always meant dinner at his sister Sarah’s house in the suburbs. And for years, he had looked forward to it.
    But those simple, happy days were gone. For the past year
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