In the previous episode, the men at the excavation were growing nervous, wondering if the curse is coming after them next. When Kristi couldn’t sleep that night, she wandered outside. Readers voted that Alan Wright, the expedition photographer, joins her.
The sudden crunch of footsteps on the path echoed loudly in the cliffs. With a lithe bound, Alan slid down the path and landed in front of her.
“Jeez, you scared me,” Kristi said.
“Sorry. I didn’t know it was you.” He shrugged and put his hands in his pockets.
After a moment’s awkward silence, she ventured, “It’s a beautiful night.”
“Guess so.” He shifted his weight, but didn’t leave.
“Well, I’m sure you’re probably used to it. This, I mean. All of this.” She waved her hands towards the cliffs, standing out dark against the moon.
He seemed to make up his mind about something and sat down next to her.
“Not really. It’s my first season. But you’ve been out here before, haven’t you?”
“It doesn’t really matter how many Egyptian moons you see, does it? They’re all so beautiful,” she said vaguely. Ugh. Where did that come from?
Alan turned and studied her, his dark eyes unreadable in the moonlight. He frowned, as though trying to figure something out and Kristi squirmed.
“Where are you from?” she asked, changing the subject.
“England.” He looked out at the cliffs again, his hands resting on his knees. They were nice hands. Strong. Capable.
“You aren’t Lillian Parker, are you?” he asked at last.
“I . . . what?” She looked up, startled.
“You aren’t Lillian Parker?” he repeated. “I don’t know what’s going on, but–”
“That’s ridiculous,” she objected. She and Edmund had agreed it would be safer for her to stay as Lillian, for now, at least.
His eyes narrowed. She lifted her chin and met his challenging gaze.
“Why were you afraid of the picture?” she countered.
“Where did you get it?” he replied, ignoring her question.
He raised his eyebrows.
“In Lord Davies’s pocket,” she said, watching his reaction.
“But that doesn’t–”. He stood up, puzzled, and paced to the edge of the ledge. Abruptly, he strode back and stood in front of her. His face was grim. “Look, I don’t know what’s going on here, but you need to be careful. You may be in more danger than you realize.”
She bit her lip.
“Just . . . be careful,” he repeated and left, disappearing in the direction of the tents.
Abdul Musa arrived at the camp the next morning as they were finishing breakfast, his round face flushed and beaming. It took two native men to tug him off his camel. Geoffrey snorted.
Undeterred, Abdul made a beeline for him and bowed deeply. “Mr. Rushton, most esteemed–” he began.
Geoffrey cut him off. “What do you want?”
Clearly thrown by this, Abdul bowed again. “I, uh . . . I should very much like to speak to Miss Parker.”
“She’s right there,” Geoffrey said briskly, pointing to Kristi.
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