Cosega Shift (The Cosega Sequence, #3)

by Brandt Legg

The shot rang deafeningly loud. An explosion of blood and flesh covered his chest and face. Rip’s last thought before he collapsed into the water was of the Eysen, and the incomplete Cosega Sequence. He flailed in

dragging him, and dropping him on the dusty shore. He rolled over and saw a shotgun pointed at his face, then looked into the eyes of the man who’d been dogging

nodded and sighed, happy to be alive, and almost relieved it was finally finished. “For the world’s most wanted man, there wasn’t one reliable sighting of you until now,” Barbeau said. “Where’s the girl?”

understand about this case, but one thing I do know for sure is that if I arrest you, it’s the same as if I’d let Leary over there kill you . . . you’ll be dead before the end of the day.” Rip looked

“This case isn’t about a self-important, paranoid, half-crazy archaeologist stealing an artifact from a National Forest.” “I know. I’m glad you understand that much

“How are you going to explain him?” Rip asked, pointing at Leary. Barbeau glanced at the body with a disgusted look. “That bastard killed my partner. The scumbag is just paperwork now. There’ll be an inquiry, which may take me away

for a long time into Barbeau’s eyes before starting to run toward the plane. Hopefully, his dad’s friend, Dyce, would still be there. “Hey,

waved his gun towards Leary and Hall, the motion implying a dozen other deaths, or at least Rip took it that way. Rip looked directly at Barbeau. “It’s worth