The Tomb of the Gods (Matt Drake 4) Read Online Free Page A

two-seater leather sofa and a forty-inch TV. A drinks cabinet was well stocked. Drake resisted the urge to investigate. He rummaged through another cabinet, but found it to be nothing more than a tasteful frontage for a DVD/CD rack. One by one he checked every case for hidden contents. As he worked, he listened to Mai poking around the bedroom.
    He heard her walking toward him. “Find anything?”
    “A set of unusual DVD’s. Some erotic art books from Japan. A signed picture of Kylie Minogue. Nothing unusual.”
    Drake raised an eyebrow. “You think?”
    “For Wells, I meant. Now, have you checked that?”
    He guessed to where she was pointing. “Boot it up, Mai. We should check but my feeling is Wells always remained old-school. If there’s something here, it won’t be on his PC.”
    Mai pressed a button and the big machine started clicking and whirring. “This place,” she said, “has already been picked over. By a pro. Can you tell?”
    Drake took a second look around. “Not really. No.”
    “Little things,” Mai said in her quiet, unassuming voice. “Mainly, the faint scent of a woman’s perfume in the bedroom.”
    “You said it was a pro.”
    “She was,” Mai said with half a smile. “But even a pro adheres to the ritual of cleanliness, Matt. Besides, it’s so faint most wouldn’t have caught the scent.”
    Drake gave up on the DVD/CD cabinet and walked over to her. Carefully, he gave her thick lustrous hair a sniff.
    “Be careful,” Mai told him. “I keep a small poison-tipped needle back there.”
    “Yet another reason not to date a spy.” But she smelled good. Vaguely of aniseed and vanilla. As he leaned forward he noticed a framed picture hanging on the wall, a photograph of a coyote standing in the foreground of a stark wilderness, snow and the barren sticks of dead, frozen trees all around. He was about to head over for a look when Mai pointed past him. “Wells has a PlayStation too. Do you think—”
    Drake snapped back to the present. “No need to check, Miss Shiranu. He definitely owned that game.”
    “Wells was a lonely man. Just look around. He had no one who cared for him. No one special in his life.”
    “Men who keep secrets are always lonely,” Drake said. “And men who also betray their friends die alone.”
    Mai bent over as the screen flicked into life. “So we’re looking for anything that might lead us to who he worked for and how he knew Cayman.”
    “And for what he knew about Alyson’s death, if anything. What I need to know is who gave the order and who executed it.”
    As he said the words, Drake felt the blood run hot through his veins. Someone had ordered the murder of his wife and his unborn baby. If one thing was certain in this entire world, it was the fact that all those involved would die for their sins.
    Mai clicked a few icons. “Look at this,” she said, surprise tingeing her voice. “Wells had a Twitter ID, a Facebook profile, and was a member of Goodreads. I think this proves that you were wrong, Matt. He wasn’t old school at all.”
    Drake clicked onto ‘history.’ The last entry, dated the night before Wells had flown out to Miami, was a single line. One link to one site.
    Hotmail. Password change.
    Alicia popped her head around the door at that moment and told them, in characteristic style, to hurry the fuck up. The arseholes outside wouldn’t stand around playing with their dicks forever.
    “I have a crazy idea.” Drake pushed past Mai and started skimming the mouse across a plush pad. “We were always taught to leave messages where they couldn’t be found.” He clicked onto Hotmail. “Except by the person who shared the account.”
    Mai glanced sideways at him as he hovered over the password box. “You know what it is?”
    “If Wells had something to hide and wanted us to find it. . .” Drake bit his lip. “Then this is how he would do it. If not, well, we’ve lost nothing.”
    He typed a password slowly. Mai’s eyes