Alexandria, Egypt
Day Five
With its dual staircase and curved-top windows, the Alexandria National Museum reminded Rey of an Italian villa. He’d read that the place was built by a timber merchant and sold to the US embassy. The white building had undoubtedly been a hub of espionage activity during that time, but now it was a sprawling museum, one that he hoped would provide a clue to finding Cleopatra’s journal and the cult’s hidden location.
As he and Jane waited in line to buy tickets, he wished for a chew. Instead, he sipped at the strong coffee he’d picked up from a street vendor and kept an eye out for the men who had tried to kill them yesterday in the harbor. No one looked suspicious.
He checked his phone. Reception was spotty here in Alexandria.
Jane stroked the blue collar
