Temple of Isis, Pompeii, Italy
Day Five
Sam’s gaze was fixed on the dark-blue mountains in the distance, their tops covered in a layer of lazy morning clouds.
The taxi had dropped them in the heart of the Pompeii tourist zone and now they were walking past the Great Theatre on their way to the temple. Sam marveled to herself at the daunting work that had been done to excavate this town, most of which had been buried under mounds of ash when Vesuvius erupted in AD 79.
She said, “The picture I have in my head of Cleopatra is becoming clearer all the time.”
“You said that about Rome yesterday,” Stryker said. “So why are we here?”
“It’s all about Isis.”
“My wife and daughter have been kidn*pped by a crazy cult that wants to kill either the old or new POTUS and our best lead is a two-th
