Chapter Twenty-Six
Manhattan Island, New York
Philip had barely been able to sleep and had arisen early, his mind reeling with all the excitement and events of the night before. He checked his watch – it was now approaching eight-thirty and he was anxious to get started. Simon was also sat at the breakfast table and he poured them both some coffee while Anna finished showering in her room.
“I’ve worked out that the best flight to Cairo’s via Paris,” stated Philip matter-of-factly.
“What time does it depart?” asked Simon.
“One o’clock from JFK − do you think we can make it?” Philip queried. Privately he had worked out that catching this flight should not pose too much of a problem but he wanted his brother’s confirmation.
“It won’t take us long to pack and all we have to do is place t
