“He’s a crack shot. Long-range weaponry is his specialty.”
Ian’s blood went cold. He’d been even luckier than he’d imagined, managing to escape the assault with only a sprained ankle and a few scrapes.
“How on earth does an ex-Hungarian soldier end up working for the British government?”
Lucas shook his head. “That’s something else I was never able to figure out. He must know someone, or worked for someone in the time he went missing. He stayed there five years, and then went freelance, until…guess where he ended up?”
“Egypt.”
“Yep. Cairo, to be exact.”
At least he understood the man’s excellent English now, if nothing else. “So, you think he somehow discovered the tablets’ existence, stole them, kidnapped Kafele Sinan to get answers about them, then found you to put them into order? You don’t think that’s just a tad farfetched?”