|Publisher:||Harlequin Enterprises, Ltd.|
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The 1940s: Hard-boiled detectives and femmes fatale are box-office gold. In one iconic scene, set in a deserted museum, the private eye arrives too late, and the buxom beauty is throttled by an ominous Egyptian priest.
Now: The Black Box Cinema immortalizes Hollywood's Golden Age in its gallery of film noir tributes. But the mannequin of that Egyptian priest is hardly lifeless.
He walks--and a young starlet dies a terrifying death.
Movie mogul Eddie Archer's son is charged with the grisly murder. Eddie calls agent Sean Cameron, who specializes in irregular investigations. As part of an FBI paranormal forensics team, Cameron knows that nightmares aren't limited to the silver screen.
Working with special-effects artist Madison Darvil--who has her own otherworldly gifts--Cameron delves into the malevolent force animating more than one movie monster....
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"The paranormal elements are integral to theunrelentingly suspenseful plot, the charactersare likable, the romance convincing, and, in thewake of Hurricane Katrina, Graham's atmosphericdepiction of a lost city is especially poignant." -Booklist on Ghost Walk
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From the book
Madison Darvil wasn't really awake when the phone rang. She was in that delightful stage of half sleep, when the alarm had gone off. .but the snooze button was on and she had a few minutes to lie lazily in the comfort of her bed before rising. Her phone was loud and strident. She rolled over groping for it, swearing softly as it dropped to the floor and she had to lean down to get it, banging her head on the bedside table.
"Shit!" she muttered, and was further humiliated when she realized she'd hit Answer as she'd picked up the phone--and the caller had heard her.
"Hello?" she said frowning. Seven thirty-three. Who was calling this early?
She could hear a soft chuckle, and then someone clearing his throat. "Madison?"
Inwardly, she groaned.
"Yes, Alfie?" Alfie Longdale was her assistant at the studio. She loved the fact that she had an assistant and she loved Alfie. One day, he was going to rule the world, his eye for detail was so exceptional.
"You don't have to come in this morning. In fact, you can't come in."
Her heart seemed to sink to her knees. Had someone suddenly decided she was really a fake? That, despite her training, degree and experience, she was just a kid who played at working on the movies?
Alfie's voice became hushed. "There was a murder last night! In the tunnel. Lord, Madison, Alistair Archer was arrested for murder! Some little starlet he had the hots for--they say her throat was slit from ear to ear. She's dead, Madison. And Eddie Archer's kid is saying that an Egyptian mummy--you know, the priest in the original Sam Stone movie, a monster--came down from one of the tableaux to commit the bloody carnage!"
Alfie was being dramatic. He was dramatic. But right now, what he'd said wasn't registering.
A mummy? A monster? Alfie had to be making it up. Monsters were what they did, what they created, quite frequently. Well, superheroes, giant rats for commercials, cute little pigs and other such creatures. But horror was big; horror movies could be reasonable in cost and make massive amounts of money.
"Alfie, is this--"
"No! It is not some kind of joke. It is not a movie script. Madison, it's real. A woman was killed in our tunnel. Anyway, the crime scene units are there today, and Eddie Archer's closed the entire place. No one goes in until the police have finished with the tunnel, the security tapes, the studio--you name it. Anyway, I was up last night when it all hit the news. And Eddie Archer looked white--I mean, white as a ghost!--when they showed him on film. He said he wants the police to have complete access to everything because he's going to find out what really happened--his son is not a murderer!"
Alfie was telling the truth. As shocking as it was, she knew he was telling the truth.
Madison felt her heart break for Eddie Archer. He was such a good man.
Alistair was a good kid, too. Could he have snapped and killed someone?
She couldn't accept that. He was too nice and decent, even shy.
"A monster," she repeated. "You mean--the Egyptian priest, the killer from Sam Stone and the Curious Case of the Egyptian Museum?"
"Exactly! Is that movie stuff or what? Everyone suspects The Unholy is a remake of that movie, but most people don't know for sure. And now, right in front of that tableau...a real murder! Anyway, I thought I'd call because if you show up at work, you'll be sent home. This way, you might be able to get...