“The other technicians are well suited for this,” Sufyan told him blandly. “Today you will have a small holiday, to refresh your mind.”
Quinn shrugged. “All right. So when do we head?”
“At once. Please follow me.”
A black SUV with tinted windows was waiting for them at the base of the steps. Mr. Sufyan ushered Quinn into the back seat and got in the front.
As they drove out the gates, and then across the Zamalek Bridge, heading south, Sufyan turned in his seat and told Quinn a little about the Meidum Pyramid. It had an unusual rectangular shape, which archeologists for a long time had assumed was intentional; then they examined the rubble around its base and realized that it was a failed early prototype. The builders had misjudged the angle required and made the sides too steep. At som
