Paris, 1957. Gunner Quinn, living the high life and debauchery of the European jet set, steals a stone covered in hieroglyphics from a mysterious trader, setting off a deadly chain of events. As he searches for clues to the whereabouts of a priceless artifact of the Spanish Inquisition, he finds himself in the crosshairs of criminals, spies, the police, and even the Vatican itself. What dark, forgotten secrets lie buried with the Treasure of the Damned?
From The Treasure of the Damned:
Someone was now banging on the door. They were shouting, but he couldn’t make out what they were saying. It didn’t sound like the authorities – an unlikely event, anyway – most likely it was a drunken customer frustrated that their favorite morning watering hole was unavailable.
Whoever it was stopped quickly enough. The two thugs waited a minute then turned their attention back to Quinn. The one closest to the door said something to the other in a guttural language. The words buzzed in the back of his head and his exceptional internal translator pulled a word out. This nearly magical skill was the result of the forcible ingestion of something called the Godhead Formula, part of a confrontation with ex-Nazis in the mountains of Peru two years earlier.
Hurry.
The first man moved towards him; switchblade held out in front of him.
