The Deadliest Thief is the fifth

Miriam bat Isaac Mystery.

Why has the last surviving jewel thief from the Temple of Artemis kidnapped Phoebe? And can Miriam find her before it’s too late?

THE DEADLIEST THIEF

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Miriam is in her study when she hears the frantic knocks at her front door.

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THE DEADLIEST THIEF

In THE DEADLIEST THIEF, June Trop brings to life a fascinating

figure in 1st Century CE Alexandria, Miriam bat Isaac.  Despite its ancient setting, the action, conflicts, and characters come across realistically, even vividly. You will feel very much there as you witness a crime of murder, jealousy, and greed.  

There is a scene in THE DEADLIEST THIEF in which the villain is led to a cache of jewelry, and I want to tell you that the trail through underground tunnels, past dungeons, and what have you, was brilliant.  I truly felt the tension these characters were experiencing.

If my prediction is successful, then before long, June Trop’s work will be made into a movie. It has the shading, atmosphere, and mystique to make an entrancing motion picture.  

 

I stood there as if I’d been punched in the chest. The knocking was so frantic that I bolted out of my study, tore across the atrium to the entrance of our townhouse, and opened the door.

  
It was my Phoebe, a fresh mouse blooming on her left cheek, a flame of red encircling her mouth, and an eggplant bruise planted on the right side of her neck. Clutching the door jamb to recover her balance, gasping for air, she staggered in on rubbery legs until she reached the planters of white chamomiles and yellow field marigolds that edge the skirt of the sunken marble pool.

   
That’s when, with her back swaying and her arms pinwheeling, her knees gave way, and she plummeted to the floor, a hoarse cry escaping with her shallow exhale.


“Miriam—”

   
I swiveled my head and shrieked toward the staircase.  “Calisto! Hurry!” 


The color was already draining from my dear friend’s face.


I knelt beside her, my arm under her shoulders, the crook cradling her head. “Phoebe, speak to me! What’s happened to you?” 


She tried to sit up but could only jiggle her legs. 


I dropped my ear to her lips.

 

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