Chapter Thirty
Cairo Airport, Egypt
As the plane slowed to a final standstill Anna stood up, stretching her legs, and opened the locker above her head. The Air France flight to Cairo had been delayed leaving Paris. The pilot had done his best to make up for some of the lost time but nevertheless, the plane still managed to land about twenty minutes late.
Simon saw Anna struggling to reach her luggage above her and he quickly stepped in to help.
“What time is it?” asked Anna tiredly as Simon, jammed in amongst the other standing passengers in the narrow aisle, handed down her carry-on bag. Her limbs were aching and she silently promised herself that she wouldn’t get on another aeroplane for at least a year once this was all over.
“Late. It must be around ten o’clock or so,” replied Sim
