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the place where Tutankhamun stood washing his bloody hands in a bronze basin.
    He glanced back at me and then back down at his bloodstained hands.
    “He came to your door,” he said in a shaking voice as he scrubbed at the blood. ““I’ve kept my promise. You are safe.”

Chapter Five
     
    “Who exactly is this guy?” I asked as I followed Alex down a narrow street of venders in the market area of Luxor.
    Alex reached back and took my hand, sending an almost electric jolt up my arm.
    “The less you know, the better,” he said with a grin.
    We stopped outside an apartment building of some sort. I wrinkled my nose, already smelling the odor from within. It looked dirty and rundown, like a place where the police would find a body or something.
    Alex went to one door with red peeling paint and knocked. The curtains at the window were pulled, but I saw them sway slightly and I could hear someone moving on the other side.
    He looked back at me and smiled, putting me slightly more at ease. I smoothed the new cami he bought me over my thin frame and smiled back.
    Suddenly, the door opened just a crack. I could see was a single bloodshot, blue, eye.
    “Who is it?” A gruff voice asked.
    “Hey Steve,” Alex said. “I need a favor.”
    The door opened and there stood a man about the same age as Alex. He was pale with unwashed dark hair and patchy stubble over his face.
    “Oh Alex,” Steve said with a coffee stained grin as he stepped aside. “I was starting to think you died or something.”
    Alex walked through the door pulling me with him.
    “Not quite dead,” he said. “Just working.”
    “Boring,” Steve said as he closed the door behind us.
    His apartment was dark, lit only by his various laptops. Everywhere I looked there seemed to be either a computer or plates of half eaten food. I wrinkled my nose again and stepped closer to Alex.
    The movement caught Steve’s attention, “Who is this?”
    Alex squeezed my hand, “We don’t know.”
    “What?”
    “She has some kind of amnesia,” Alex explained.
    “So why bring her here?”
    “Well,” Alex said as he pulled me forward. “We need to find out who she is. Can you run her prints or something?”
    Steve looked me up and down again, “Sure, but why don’t you take her down to the police station and have them do it? Why come here?”
    “Come on, you know how that would go for her,” Alex said. “Besides, you would do a better job.”
    Steve nodded and smiled. He went into the kitchen and came back with a paper plate and an ink pen. He set the plate on the stool and broke the pen in half. Once the ink was drained onto the plate, he tossed all the plastic remnants over his shoulder.
    One by one, he pressed my fingertips into the ink and then onto a plain sheet of paper. He scanned my prints with his phone then his laptop on the counter displayed my prints.
    “You can go wash up in the bathroom down the hall,” Steve said going to the keyboard and typing wildly.
    The bathroom was just as frightening as the main room. The toilet bowl was stained brown and black, fouling the air with its stink. The sink was just as filthy and I washed my hands quickly, touching as little as possible.
    As I was coming back up the hall, I could hear Alex and this Steve talking.
    “So who is this girl to you?” Steve asked.
    “I don’t know,” Alex said. “She showed up at Tutankhamun’s tomb and she wouldn’t leave.”
    “Is she crazy or something?”
    “I don’t think so. I think she was there for something, but she doesn’t seem to know what it was.”
    I heard the clack of the laptop keys again.
    “Nothing is showing up in the Egypt databases. It will take a few days to check everywhere else.”
    “We think she might be American.”
    “That will be a tough one, but I’ll see what I can do. How did you end up getting stuck with her?” Steve asked.
    “I couldn’t let her go to jail,” Alex said with a sigh. “You saw here. Can you picture her with