Which was the real Zoltan Staadhal?
Was it the lethal figure who'd threatened Rose in the mountains of eastern Turkey, or the urbane and elegant professor of archaeology who welcomed her into his beautiful home in Istanbul, and treated her like one of his priceless artifacts?
Or was he, as Rose suspected, an international criminal planning to smuggle millions of dollars' worth of heroin into the United States?

She didn't know. She only knew she couldn't live without him....