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Shadow Ritual

Shadow Ritual

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by Eric Giacometti, Jacques Ravenne, Anne Trager (Translator)

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An electrifying thriller about the rise of extremism. Two ritual murders—one in Rome and one in Jerusalem—rekindles an ancient rivalry between modern-day secret societies for knowledge lost at the fall of the Third Reich. Detective Antoine Marcas unwillingly teams up with the strong-willed Jade Zewinski to chase Neo-Nazi assassins across Europe. They must


An electrifying thriller about the rise of extremism. Two ritual murders—one in Rome and one in Jerusalem—rekindles an ancient rivalry between modern-day secret societies for knowledge lost at the fall of the Third Reich. Detective Antoine Marcas unwillingly teams up with the strong-willed Jade Zewinski to chase Neo-Nazi assassins across Europe. They must unravel an arcane mystery, sparked by information from newly revealed KGB files. Inspired from the true story of mysterious Freemason files thought to hold a terrible secret, stolen by the SS in 1940, recovered by the Red Army in 1945 and returned half a century later. First in a hugely successful series that has sold over 1.5 million copies in France and is translated into seventeen languages.

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European bestsellers Giacometti and Ravenne make their U.S. debut with this intrigue-filled thriller, the first in a nine-book series. French Freemason archives were plundered by the Nazis during WWII, then captured by the Russians, and finally returned to France. Now separate ritual murders strike down archivist Sophie Dawes at the French embassy in Rome and concentration-camp survivor and biblical expert Marek in Jerusalem. Embassy security chief Jade Zewinsky takes charge of the investigation, aided by homicide detective and Freemason Antoine Marcas. Zewinsky and Marcas must pool their talents to thwart the members of a clandestine Aryan society founded long before the Nazi period determined to assemble the mysterious ingredients of the Shadow Ritual that will reveal the immense power of a “sublime secret.” The plot may be formulaic, but those into Freemason lore and Nazi myths will be satisfied. (Mar.)
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“Masterfully written, with a taste of the Da Vinci Code.” —20 Minutes

"Giacometti and Ravenne's series kickoff has abundant visceral appeal." —Kirkus Reviews

“My kind of book! A superbly esoteric blend of history and adventure that takes you in and doesn't release you until the very last page. And did I say beautifully written?” —Glenn Cooper, internationally bestselling thriller writer

"This thriller has it all – crazy twists and turns, villains beyond mere evil, grim killings, and – some sweet loving – a perfect treat for someone who richly deserves a treat – you!” — 5-star Netgalley review

"This is much better and indeed much more intelligent than Dan Brown's 'The Da Vinci Code'." —5-star Netgalley review

"Shadow Ritual is phenomenal, a cracking good read and a phenomenal start to a thriller series that has already electrified France and become a huge bestseller across Europe and beyond. Vivid characters, evocative international settings, and a history darker than midnight. I highly recommend this novel! —Douglas Preston, #1 bestselling coauthor of the famed Pendergast series of novels.

“A fascinating tale with a tight-knit plot that mixes reality and fiction.” —NVO

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An international odd couple tracks a cabal of neo-Nazi assassins. Berlin 1945. Martin Borman, facing defeat, confides a cache of crates containing invaluable cargo to Frenchman-turned-SS officer Francois Le Guermand, who then deliriously escapes an attack by the Red Army. Fast-forward 60 years to Rome, where suave French detective Antoine Marcas gives a speech on his avocation, ancient Masonic rites, while a Dachau survivor named Marek researches ancient relics. Shortly after he receives a call from Perillian, a businessman who reports a miraculous discovery, Perillian is shot dead by the mercenary Bashir, whom he unwisely trusted. Bashir promptly heads to Jerusalem to kill Marek. In Rome's French Embassy, archivist Sophie Dawes is killed by an unnamed woman. Sophie's case falls to brusque Special Agent Jade Zewinski, who also happens to be her close friend. As he dines with Marcas, French intelligence officer Jaigu asks him to consult. Jade bristles at Marcas' intervention but grudgingly admits the perceptiveness of his observations. They team up reluctantly, and Marcas turns his attention to a series of unsolved Freemason murders over the last century. Bashir muses that although he's no neo-Nazi, he'll gladly take their money. Marcas and Jade's searching takes them through Nazi diaries, the secrets of the Freemasons, and a series of captures, killings and narrow escapes. Though far from subtle, Giacometti and Ravenne's series kickoff has abundant visceral appeal.

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Shadow Ritual

By Éric Giacometti, Jacques Ravenne, Anne Trager

Le French Book

Copyright © 2005 Editons Fleuve Noir, department d'Univers Poche
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ISBN: 978-1-939474-30-8



The speaker, a Generation Xer with jet-black hair, stood in front of a stylized sun painting. He scanned the room. It was silent.

This space in Rome's Alessandro di Cagliostro Freemason Lodge resembled a large dark-blue cavern. Thin rays of light shone down from the ceiling, which was adorned with stars to make it look like the night sky.

To his left and right were forty or so men in black suits, white aprons, and gloves. They were impassive, motionless, like statues made of flesh. There were also a few women in long robes.

He turned to the east, toward the man presiding over the meeting. "I have spoken, Worshipful Master," he said.

The master waited a few seconds and then pounded a wooden mallet on his small desk. Behind him hung a huge all-seeing Egyptian eye.

"Brothers and sisters, I would like to thank our brother Antoine Marcas for coming from France to speak to us. His lecture on the origins of ancient Masonic rites was quite instructive. He claims to just be a little curious, but it's clear that he has taken great pains to educate himself in our mysteries. I am sure you have many questions. Sisters and brothers, you may speak."

A brother clapped, asking to be acknowledged. The senior steward spoke the ritual words and invited him to speak.

"Worshipful Master in person, Worshipful Masters from the Orient, and my brothers and sisters, as we all know, our lodge was named after Alessandro di Cagliostro, and I would like to ask our distinguished brother Marcas to clarify, if possible, the origin of the Cagliostro ritual."

The speaker looked over the notes he had jotted down on three-by-five cards. "In 1784, in Lyon, France, Cagliostro inaugurated his High Egyptian Masonic Rite in the Triumphant Wisdom Lodge. According to current biographers, Cagliostro was initiated in Malta at the Saint John of Scotland Lodge of Secrecy and Harmony, which is where he founded the ritual that now bears his name."

Another man clapped.

Antoine Marcas took a closer look at the audience. Both Italian and French lodges were represented. He recognized the Grande Lodge brothers with their red-trimmed Scottish rite aprons and the Memphis Misraïm sisters dressed in white.

The worshipful master gave the floor to a brother with a strong Milanese accent, which made him sound very serious. "Italy's declining institutions and political corruption continue to make headlines. And the country's troubles appear to be affecting the rest of Europe, especially France. Some are accusing the Freemasons of being at least partly responsible for this situation. What do you have to say about this?"

Marcas nodded. He didn't like political questions.

Fifteen years earlier, his idealistic trust in the secular values of the republic had motivated him to become a Freemason. He was also excited by the promise of personal development. Since then, he had watched the image of freemasonry decline in France. Before, the media had praised Freemason contributions to education and conflict resolution. Now they were focused on scandal and mysterious networks of shadowy figures.

Marcas took time to choose his words. He wouldn't fully disclose his thoughts about anti-Freemason media campaigns or about the brothers who didn't deserve their aprons. For a while, Marcas had attended a lodge that was full of money launderers and others in cahoots with politicians skilled at rigging public contracts. The lodge was nestled in a suburban Paris townhouse and was rotten to the core. When he'd found out what was going on—a full year before the media went wild over it—he had changed lodges, refusing to condemn all of freemasonry with a handful of corrupt individuals. But doubt had taken seed. And so he dived into the history and symbolism of freemasonry, as if the past could wipe the present clean. Still, every time he read about a scandal involving a Freemason, he took it as a personal affront.

"France has not escaped the evils affecting all Western democracies. There's a rise in extremism, along with widespread distrust of elitism and power. Whether we deserve it or not, many people who don't know us consider us both powerful and manipulative. It's hard to shake that 'hoodwinker' slur. Let's not forget, too, that a good scandal—whether it's real or not—sells newspapers."

Marcas answered a few more questions, mixing his expertise with humor.

Then there was silence. The worshipful master took the floor and began the closing ritual, finally calling for the chain of unity.

One by one, the men and women rose, removed their gloves, and crossed their arms, taking their neighbors' hands to form a human chain around the center of the lodge.

The worshipful master repeated the words of the ritual. "This chain binds us in time and space. It comes to us from the past and stretches toward the future. It connects us to those who came before us."

Each phase of this ritual and many others had been refined over the centuries, and every participant knew his role perfectly, as though it were a play.

The stewards held mallets across their chests. The master of ceremonies struck the floor with a metal-tipped cane while a mason called a tyler continued to guard the door, a sword in his right hand.

Marcas proclaimed the final pledge. "Liberty, equality, fraternity."

The meeting was over, and the temple calmly emptied.

In the anteroom, the worshipful master—an aristocratic-looking banker—called out to Marcas in perfect French, "Will you stay and have something to eat?"

Marcas smiled. In every lodge around the world, eating and drinking followed these meetings.

"Alas, no, brother. I'm expected at the French embassy. There's a Victory in Europe Day shindig. But I plan to come back tomorrow to consult some rare books in your library."

Marcas said good-bye to his host and walked down the black marble staircase to the ground floor. He left the building, pulled up his coat collar against the wind, and hailed a cab.

"Palazzo Farnese, please."

As the cab made its way through the Eternal City, Marcas's thoughts wandered. He gazed at the Piazza Campo de Fiori, where more than five hundred years earlier, the papacy had burned philosopher Giordano Bruno at the stake. Marcas thought Bruno would have made a good "widow's son," which some Freemasons called themselves. The widow was the wife of Hiram Abiff, the legendary architect of King Solomon's Temple, and the son was a reference to Hiram's descendants, Freemasons around the world.

Things had changed a bit since Giordano was burned at the stake, although the Catholic Church still frowned on freemasonry. The Church held that freemasonry espoused a naturalistic religion—a parallel religion that rivaled the Gospel.

This didn't bother Marcas. He hadn't attended church in a long time, although he was still very much a seeker. He had been drawn to the Freemasons' ethics and body of knowledge, which were based on the idea that one needed to strive continually toward self-improvement and enlightenment. He liked freemasonry's opportunities for fellowship and education. And the Freemason rituals more than satisfied any yearnings he might have had for the church liturgies that he had left behind.

The sight of the Farnese Palace at the end of the street drew Marcas out of his thoughts. The elegant edifice was glowing, and in the courtyard, expensive cars were performing an intricate ballet as they let out well-dressed partygoers.

Marcas felt for the invitation in the inside pocket of his jacket.

A tingle of enjoyment ran up his spine. He liked the contrasts of his life. Less than a half hour earlier, he had been giving a serious speech in a solemn setting. In a few minutes, he would be mingling with the moneyed set in a luxurious palace that was now the French embassy. And in two days, he would be back at his seedy police station in Paris.

The taxi stopped behind an impressive line of limousines a few hundred feet from the palace. Marcas paid the fare.

He felt a gentle breeze from the south and looked up. The leaves in the nearby trees were quivering. Evenings were cool at this time of year, and Marcas took a moment to enjoy the fleeting springtime air before the brutal summer heat took hold.

Marcas walked up to the doorman, who was wearing a black suit, a white shirt, a black tie, and an earpiece. The guy could have a future as a bodyguard in Hollywood, Marcas thought. The man looked him up and down and let him in without saying a word.

He had barely stepped in when he spotted a hostess in a blue suit walking toward him. With her were two beautiful women who looked to be in their thirties. They offered to show him in.

The night was off to a good start.


When it was early May, and the wisteria plants were blossoming, Marek would work late into the night and keep the windows in the lab open to better enjoy the scent of the flowers.

Jerusalem's Archeological Research Institute was headquartered in a sprawling brick building that the English had built. Its high ceilings were reminiscent of the lost grandeur of an empire. Marek loved its antiquated, nearly abandoned look.

He heard the sprinklers click on outside and gazed once again at two of the mementos on his large worktable: his yellowing dissertation and a hockey stick with flaking paint that he had brought back as a souvenir from the United States, where he had lived for a time.

Marek observed two birthdays every year. The first was the day he was born. The second was the day he was reborn. A walking skeleton, he had been liberated in the spring of 1945 from Dachau. He had made two oaths on that day. The first was to flee the cursed continent of Europe and start over again. He had gone to America. Then, in the nineteen fifties, he had immigrated to Israel, becoming one of the country's top specialists in Biblical times—a kind of wiseman, he thought: old, mischievous, erudite.

Marek let his mind drift for a moment before he returned to the file on his desk. Two hundred and forty pages, single-spaced. Five test reports from distinguished geology, chemistry, and micro-archeology laboratories, with diagram after diagram and long lists of references.

When the shifty Armenian dealer Alex Perillian had brought the stone in to be authenticated, he knew right away that it was genuine. Artifacts were a big—and clandestine—business, and Marek had seen his fair share of shady characters seeking certificates of authenticity for worthless relics. But this stone was different. The Tebah Stone, Perillian had called it, bought from a family of goatherds for a hundred dollars. But worth infinitely more.

Marek set down the file and opened the linen cloth. A fragment of a stone tablet lay there. It measured sixty-two by twenty-seven centimeters, and it vibrated with history. The bottom-left corner was chipped, and the end of the inscription was missing, but the remaining words had resisted the assault of time. Was it from pure luck? Or had someone kept it safe? This piece of stone bore a truth passed down through the centuries, a message, written by a hand whose bones had long since returned to dust.

Marek's palms were sweaty. Original texts were extremely rare, and ever since the discovery of the Dead Sea manuscripts, the state of Israel and the major monotheistic religions had kept a close watch over all finds that could shake their foundations.

His conclusions were concise. "Based on mineralogical analyses, the Cambrianera stone could have originated in one of three geological regions: southern Israel, the Sinai and Jordan, or south of the Dead Sea. Analysis of the surface alterations reveals the presence of silica, aluminum, calcium, magnesium, and iron, along with traces of wood, which date to 500 BCE, plus or minus forty years with carbon-14. It could very well date to the rebuilding of the Temple of Solomon."

Marek stopped. King Salomon's temple was a mythic spot for Jews, said to hold the Arc of the Covenant and the stone tablets on which the Ten Commandments were inscribed. It had been plundered and destroyed by the Babylonian king Nebuchadnezzar. Cyrus the Great of Persia ordered the Second Temple to be built on the same site. Herod the Great embellished it under Roman occupation.

Cyrus's temple reconstruction in 520 BCE was a key moment in Jewish history, and every artifact related to it was priceless. Marek weighed the stone in his hand. The money meant nothing to Marek. This stone was the missing link, the final element in his quest to honor Henri's memory, to fulfill his second oath.

All he needed now were the documents from Paris. He stared at the relic and started to tremble. Was it really such a good idea to be waking the dead?


A flute of vintage Tattinger Champagne in hand, Antoine Marcas scanned the vast reception hall. He couldn't help thinking of all the pomp surrounding ambassadors. Yes, France did like to strut. It was hard to get more sumptuous than the Palazzo Farnese. Even the name evoked the splendors of near-absolute magnificence: the Italian Renaissance, an era of princes, freewheeling cardinals, and courtesans skilled at damning the lords of the Church. The wealthy Farnese family had built this residence in the middle of the sixteenth century. They were nobles from Latium who boasted a pope—Paul III—in their lineage. The pontiff's own son, however, had been excommunicated because of his taste for plundering and rape.

Laughter and voices were bouncing off the walls.

"Antoine, I hope you're enjoying yourself. It's quite a change from the police headquarters in Paris, isn't it?"

Startled, Marcas turned around. It was Alexis Jaigu, a former military man who was now an intelligence officer on some assignment in Rome. Jaigu was the friend who had invited him to this affair.

"Alexis! You must save me. Find me a woman in this crowd of beauties."

Jaigu made circles with his fingers and brought them to his eyes. "Tall blonde at two o'clock, flaming redhead at six. Two apparently isolated targets without patrol escorts. Intelligence report: the blonde heads up marketing for a San Paolo bank. The redhead is second-in-command at an Israeli company that dabbles in arms sales to emerging countries."

"Too high-powered for me. You wouldn't have a more classic model—a painter or dancer, someone a little more artistic?"

"So I take it you're finally over your ex-wife. It's about time. How's your son?"

"He's living with his mother," Marcas said, looking away. He didn't like to talk about his divorce. Cops never stayed married long, and Marcas was no exception to that rule. He had spent many sleepless nights after his wife left him, along with difficult weekends with his son who blamed him for the separation. Some men in his shoes found solace in drink, others in one-night stands. Marcas had buried himself at the Freemason lodge, focused on his symbolism studies. It had taken a full year before he started dating again. But he was still single. One of his occasional dates had told him to let go of his ex before bidding him good night. Marcas had laughed. The only time he thought of his ex-wife was when he wrote the alimony check at the end of the month or when he received one of her hateful letters full of accusations.

Jaigu grabbed a toast with Périgord foie gras from a platter. "Hey, do you know the ambassador?"

"I can't say I do."

"So he's not a Freemason, like you?"

Marcas stiffened. "I'm no snitch. Ask him yourself."

"You're joking, right? I don't want to get sent to some faraway consulate in Africa. It's a favor I'm asking. Don't you have some sort of secret code of recognition? A special handshake or something?"

Marcas sighed. It was always the same stupidities: occult influence, signs of recognition—the folklore. How many times had his hand been kneaded by overly familiar non-Masons who had read a few things about freemasonry?

"Sorry, I can't."

"At least say you don't want to, Antoine. How long have we known each other? And you still cover for the ambassador? A man you've never even met? You brothers really do stick together."

Marcas didn't want to get into a long explanation with his now-tipsy friend. He knew Jaigu well, and tomorrow the man would be full of apologies.

"Drop it, Alexis."

"I won't press. And I won't hold it against you. Let me introduce you to two superb actresses who are waiting for nobody but us," Jaigu said, throwing his arm around Marcas's shoulder and leading him to the terrace.


Excerpted from Shadow Ritual by Éric Giacometti, Jacques Ravenne, Anne Trager. Copyright © 2005 Editons Fleuve Noir, department d'Univers Poche. Excerpted by permission of Le French Book.
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Meet the Author

Eric Giacometti, an investigative reporter for a major French newspaper. He has covered a number of high-profile scandals and has done exhaustive research in the area of freemasonry.

Jacques Ravenne is a literary scholar who has also written a biography of the Marquis de Sade and edited his letters. He loves to explore the hidden side of major historical events.

Anne Trager loves France so much she has lived there for over a quarter of a century and just can’t seem to leave. What keeps her there is a uniquely French mix of pleasure seeking and creativity. Well, that and the wine. In 2011, she woke up one morning and said, “I just can’t stand it anymore. There are way too many good books being written in France not reaching a broader audience.” That’s when she founded Le French Book to translate some of those books into English. The company’s motto is “If we love it, we translate it,” and Anne loves crime fiction, mysteries and detective novels.

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PureJonel More than 1 year ago
What an intellectual and imaginative thrill ride.  This novel is steeped in history and culture.  The chapters jump back and forth between characters and nations in seemingly unrelated, but nonetheless interesting stories.  When they begin to intertwine the novel goes from a good story to an unforgettable one.   These authors don’t employ a particularly in-depth form of character development outside of the plot of the story proper.  What is there serves to forward the storyline rather than to make the characters more palpable to readers.  It is a unique and risky approach that works well in this case.  More than once I found myself talking to the characters, trying to point them in the right direction.  This story was so fascinating to read.  I couldn’t picture anyone better to carry this story forward. The mix of past and present, history and reality, all wrapped up in a conspiracy theory is impossible to fight.  It’s hands down better than Dan Brown. Please note that I received a complimentary copy of this work in exchange for an honest review.
druidgirl More than 1 year ago
This book told the story of two secret societies, the Freemason's and the Thule, one evil and one well known. Inspector Marcus and Jade Zewinski are on the trail of some very sadistic people to try and solve the murders of many people. Then Thule date back to Germany and has some savage rituals. I hope to read the other installments of this series. It had a fine storyline and excellent characters.
Melinda_H More than 1 year ago
A riveting conspiracy theory thriller loaded with history. Freemason’s vs. Thule society vying for power. With such extensive coverage of Freemasons, you will be well versed long after you close the cover. Plenty of esoteric secrets to pique your interest and curiosity. Villains you will loathe, a hero and heroine savvy enough to solve the intricate puzzle, you will support them in their relentless pursuit. Full of action, extremely fast paced, not to mention riveting. A story offering suspense, mystery, thrills and a little romance, the myriad of twists and turns pull it all together for an educational roller coaster, quite a cerebral ride. An adventure in reading with flawless translation.
Aqswr More than 1 year ago
Shadow Ritual is reminiscent of the early Robert Ludlum books. Those early conspiracy thrillers were my favorites, before his work became Bourne-centric or other authors extended his 'brand'. The authors have constructed an elaborate tale that spans two secret societies, multiple religions, failed and flourishing states and ultimately, vast swaths of time. As always with tales of this magnitude, there are conspiracy theories and all involved search for a key that yields something fantastic, awful and amazing. Much like Ludlum, the authors create protagonists adept at solving puzzles across borders and eras. And the villains are truly awful, lest you think they might be difficult to recognize. The book is fast and the action taut. Recently translated from the French, there is no awkwardness in the translation. I received my copy from the publisher through NetGalley in exchange for an honest review.
libriamorimiei More than 1 year ago
This thriller engages you from the first page, it's really hard to put it down: it's full of action, twists and unsolved mysteries, three spectacular places such as Rome, Jerusalem and Berlin where everything takes place, and let's not forget the main characters, a French detective really good and a brave girl. It 's a really intriguing mystery to solve: two murders, a Masonic sect and a secret society who seek to dominate the world. The secret society Thule had tried to dominate the world with Hitler. When Germany was about to be finally defeated they tried to save the sect putting some members to safety and making them guard the precious documents of their society. But one of them is killed and documents end up in Russian hands. After sixty years, everything seems to resurface because of two murders so far apart from each other geographically but very close: one in Rome and one in Jerusalem. The way to hit is  the same: three shots at the same points, shoulder, neck and head. The inspector Marcas is an expert in this type of murder, is investigating the Freemasons for years and tries to solve the case with the help of Jade Zewenski, the head of security at the Embassy in Rome. Initially the relations between the two are not great, Jade does not trust the ability of Marcas but must learn to work together and trust each other because the Masons are acting very quickly and need to be faster than them for not to be defeated. This is the first of a new series on the Detective Marcas, should be nine in all. This book has also  an Italian edition, the title is "Il rituale dell'ombra". It's must-read for those who love thrillers I received a free copy from LeFrench through Netgalley for an honest review.
MaraBlaise More than 1 year ago
Two murders, one in Rome and one in Jerusalem brings detective Antoine Marcas and special agent Jade Zewenski, the head of security of the embassy in Rome together. Jade's friend Sophie is killed by three blows to her upper body. Her shoulder, her neck and her head. In the same day a man is killed in the same way in Jerusalem. Zewinski is in no way pleased about working on the case with Marcas. She doesn't like anything that has to do with Freemason and Marcas is a member of the group. But as they work together they slowly starting to open up to each other. They discover that the sect Thule is the ones behind the killings, and the sect has a deep hatred for anything Freemason and it seems that Thule is after an ancient Freemason secret. This is my kind of book. A fast-paced adventure with secrets and mysteries and of course an evil old sect. I enjoyed reading this book very much. It was especially nice to have the main characters non-Americans. It feels like the hero in adventure's books often are American and it was nice to have both main characters French. It was also great to have a female character that's tough and capable to take care of herself. Even when she's about to be tortured. By the way, this book has a really nasty torture scene. It was also very fascinating learning more about the Freemasons, I didn't know they accepted female member, I thought it was an all boys club. This was book two in a series of ten books and I'm looking forward to reading the rest if they get translated to English.
jayfwms More than 1 year ago
Freemasons, Templers, Nazis and a mysterious organization called Thule all play a role in this intense thriller. A police investigator who is an expert on the Freemasons and an embassy security chief who hates the Freemasons make a highly unlikely pair when they are assigned to investigate a ritual murder at the French Embassy in Rome. The story is compelling, and is fleshed out with a variety of very different and interesting characters. The interactions between the characters make for truly great reading. Don't miss this book!