Mykonos, Greece
Day Six
Waking a few hours after dawn, Stryker got up and tried to calm his nerves with green tea and a meditation on the patio. When the meditation failed, he went for the crossword puzzle from last Sunday’s paper, which he’d been unable to complete during their recent plane trips. Fishing boats dotted the calm sea and the air smelled salty, fresh, and clean. Sam was still asleep in the bed closest to the wall, having taken first watch.
He was glad they’d made a little progress yesterday by finding the journal, but his hopes still felt dashed. Instead of revealing the location of the cult, the gold-bound notes had sent them on a further hunt, this time for Cleopatra’s storeroom and the promised locale. True, they’d learned the queen suspected the Sons of Adam were on a
