Chapter 66

“Where are we?” he asked, struggling upright.

“A private hangar.”

“He’s flying us out of the country? I guess we’re going to Cairo after all.”

“Perhaps. Or perhaps not.” Ian waved toward something at the foot of the bed. Lucas had to sit up the rest of the way to see his sleeves of Polaroids and a stack of old books. “He’s expecting me to translate enough of the tablets by morning to determine our next destination.”

Lucas’s stomach sank. “Those are the books from your office, aren’t they?”

Ian nodded. “Our host admitted to the theft, though he has yet to tell me how he managed to get into the museum undetected.”

“I don’t suppose he told you what his name was.”

“Actually, he did. Well, his first name, anyway. Masud.”

For some reason, it sounded familiar, but Lucas dismissed it to focus on more immediate matters. “How long have you been awake?”