17
City of the Dead, Cairo, Egypt. 11.48pm
The taxi crawled through the tight, weaving streets, the driver honking at donkeys and pedestrians to get out of his way.
After the long journey back from Zimbabwe, Natasha was tired, but she needed to make better progress in the search for the Ark and she was at a dead end. The notebook had pointed in two directions and belatedly it seemed that Sinai was the right one after all.
She had received a text message and a longer email from al-Hirbaa, informing her that the late curator’s assistant had been spotted in Sinai. It seemed he had help from the ARKANE agent, Morgan Sierra. Natasha felt a wave of anger, because the b***h had tricked her. Sierra should have died that night in the Sedlec bone church. Natasha blamed her for the loss of Milan
