The Atlantis World (The Origin Mystery #3)

by A.G. Riddle

Caldwell had spent every waking second studying the signal the radio telescope had received. She was exhausted, exhilarated, and sure of one thing: it was organized,

other researcher assigned to the observatory, poured himself another drink. He

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focused on refilling it. Mary hated when he called her “Mare.” No one had ever called her that. It reminded her of a horse. But

aggressive than the last, until she had kneed him in the balls. He had been more docile after that,

which looked out on the lush, green Puerto Rican hills and forests. The only hint of civilization was the satellite dish that lay recessed into