Just when you thought nothing else could threaten you from times long gone and things long dead a new threat comes slowly into view….
A suicide bomber strikes at an unremarkable department store in upstate California. A week later, two teenage nerds perish in a house explosion that left a crater in the ground but otherwise did little damage beyond its perimeter. Five days after that tragedy, a dying teenage car thief whispers ‘Marseille’ to the FBI agents at her bedside. A couple of years ago, any one of the three gruesome events would have seen Senior Agent Vern Saunders summoning his crack operative, Carter, once on contract to the Justice Department. Today however, Carter, lives far removed from such events. He is planning to surprise his wife, ex-history professor and a closet mythology buff, Stella Hunter, with a trip to Europe to celebrate their first wedding anniversary. He’s prepared to make it into a half-working vacation because Stella has no concept of relaxation. What he’s not prepared for is to start his vacation by finding himself threatened not only by the terrorists, car thieves and artifact smugglers, but also by something that even mythology can’t explain.