The Spy Coast (The Martini Club, #1)

by Tess Gerritsen

The Travels of Ibn Battutah

sit on a bench in Room 17 of the British Museum, where I often come to contemplate the tomb of the Lycian king Arbinas. Once this tomb stood in the city-state of Xanthos, where it must have dazzled with its sculpted friezes and its twenty columns and its statues of Nereid nymphs, who represent all that is good and generous from the sea.

“Oh, I was just an analyst,” Lloyd says cheerfully.