Joe Byrne never felt sympathy for his FBI counterpart. But he just might make an exception just this once. It couldn’t be easy investigating a so-illegal-that-Joe-doubted-it-was-written-law dinosaur auction while said dinosaurs were still roaming the northwestern countryside. That didn’t change his opinion on being asked for “help” when any attempts to get any himself were regularly rebuffed in the name of bureaucracy.
Luckily, Joe had a lead. There was no way Alex Rider, diagnosed adrenaline addict, wouldn’t try his best to be in the room where that much chaos was bottled.











