Some ancient secrets should remain buried.
An American teenager in Cairo finds herself in the middle of the Egyptian revolution fleeing militant Islamic extremists. She leads her worst enemy and the boy she thinks about much too often on the adventure of a lifetime. When she discovers an ancient artifact that was buried for thousands of years, she learns that very powerful people will stop at nothing, including murder, to learn the secrets of a long-dead civilization.
I thought I heard footsteps behind me after I had walked several minutes at a very brisk pace. I turned but didn’t see anyone, so I walked even faster. Now, I was almost running. Another couple of blocks and I would be near the embassies lining the thoroughfare. Once there, I figured that the heavier traffic meant extra pairs of eyes might keep someone from attacking me.
I heard the footsteps once again. This time when I turned, I saw two men racing after me. I knew that with their long legs, they soon would catch me. Both were shabbily dressed. One wore his hair long and had a shadow under his lip. The other was short and muscular with a dark beard. They rapidly closed the gap. I realized there was no way to evade the men. Soon they would be on top of me. I decided it would be better to choose a place where I might attract attention.
I stopped at a corner that intersected a major thoroughfare where I hoped cars might come. I turned and watched the two men approach. The short man grinned while his companion was tight-lipped.
The taller man spoke Arabic that revealed he was not highly educated.
“A virtuous woman would not be walking alone.”
“Leave me alone.” I used the most basic street Arabic, hoping they wouldn’t identify me as a foreigner.
“I hear Western women love to do things our women are forbidden to do,” the shorter man said and ran his tongue across his mouth in anticipation.