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the police or in the hospital?”
    “Why not?”
    “I don’t know. I just couldn’t.” Alex said, “I need to go back and check to see what’s taking her so long.”
    Feeling like I couldn’t stall any longer, I coughed nervously to make my presence known and stepped out to join them.
    “Well,” Steve said, keeping his eyes on the computer screen. “It may take a while, but I’ll see what I can dig up. If she is American, it may take a while to get into their information.”
    “What? No facial recognition software or anything?” Alex teased.
    “This is a little harder than the stuff you usually have me work on,” Steven said with a shake of his head.
    Alex smiled and motioned for us to go.
    “Thanks,” he said as we walked to the door. “Just call me when you know something.”
    We walked back through the same streets. They didn’t seem quite as frightening, but I still gladly took Alex’s hand when he offered it.
    “Is your friend some sort of a hacker or something?” I asked.
    “Of sorts.”
    “How do you know him?”
    Alex glanced back at me and smiled, “He helped me track down some stolen artifacts on the internet a few months ago.”
    “How did artifacts from Egypt end up on the internet?” I asked.
    Alex shrugged and pushed a strand of his dark hair back behind his ear, “If there is money to be made, people find a way.”
    “Do they take things from the actual tombs?”
    “Yeah,” he said with a glance back. “There are mummies throughout Egypt, not just in the Valley of the Kings.”
    “What do they steal?”
    “Jewelry, statues, and even the sarcophagi and the mummies themselves.”
    My mouth fell open, “You can’t be serious!”
    “I am,” he said with a nod. “It wasn’t that long ago you could still find shops selling mummy powder.”
    “What the hell is mummy powder?”
    Alex smirked, “It’s sort of gross. It’s a powder made from ground up mummies.”
    I shuddered, “Really? What was it used for?”
    “Medicine.”
    “What did it treat?”
    “It was said to cure a little bit of everything, like headaches, tumors, ulcers...Because it worked so well for the mummies.”
    I pulled at his sleeve, “Are you making this stuff up?”
    Alex glanced back at me and his smile faded, “I wish I was.”
    “So back to your friend,” I said, changing the subject. “I take it the way he tracks these things down isn’t exactly legal...And you’re okay with that?”
    Alex shrugged, “He gets the job done.”
    “So the end justifies the means?”
    “I think so.”
    As we stepped up to the car, Alex opened my door.
    “Do you mind if we stop by my office?” He asked as I got in. “My day sort of got cut short yesterday.”
    I blushed, “I’m sorry.”
    “It’s fine,” he said with a wink. “I’ve just got a few things to finish up and put away.”
    “Okay.”
    I tried not to think about where we were going or all the trouble I caused yesterday. Instead, I looked out the window at the dusty landscape as we approached the West Bank.
    Alex parked the car in the visitor section near the entrance to the valley and guided me over to the ticket office. He lead me past the crowds purchasing passes into the valley and opened a door just to the side and ushered me in.
    “I’ll just be a few minutes,” he said as he switched on the lights. Alex settled behind his desk, looking through a cardboard box of what looked like broken pottery bits and pieces. I watched him for a few moments and then turned my attention to the walls of his office.
    There were several certificates and diplomas, but what drew my attention was the photographs of him at the pyramids, and then another of him outside a building of some sort, and a smiling version of him at his desk.
    I couldn’t help but wonder if somewhere in the world there was a wall covered with framed photos of me. Would I ever see it?
    Looking down, I saw a book open to a page showing a color photograph of the painting on the