The Cult of Osiris (8 page)

Yeah, that's me! Hi.' Macy seemed genuinely pleased at the meeting; maybe she really trasa fan. Tm really glad Lola managed to get hold of you -1 tried calling your number in the phone book, but it wasn't working. So
I
went there in person, but the building super said you'd moved out/

Yeah, a few months ago.' Now Nina was faintly unsettled; perhaps Macy was a fan in the original sense of the word, derived from 'fanatic'. But she appeared normal and polite enough.

Do you want a coffee?

No thanks,
I
'm fine/ The table had another occupant, a man of Macy's age with a fake tan, a necklace of chunky wooden beads and a spiky hairstyle that resembled something from a Japanese cartoon. He briefly looked Nina up and down, then turned his gaze back to Macy's chest. 'Hi,' Nina said. The young man grunted.

You sure?' Macy said. Nina nodded. 'I could use something. Joey, go get me a cappuccino, will you? I want to talk to Dr Wilde in private.'

Joey grunted again and got up.
I
'll sit over there, keep an eye on the door.

Nina gave Macy a curious look. Something I should know about?'

I'll tell you soon. Please, sit down.' Nina sat opposite her. Joey's just watching out for me. He's a friend from college - well, a friend with benefits.' She grinned, making Nina a little uncomfortable about her openness. 'He's about the only person I know in New York.
I
'm from Miami.

Right,' said Nina, not particularly interested. So, what did you want to talk to me about?'

Macy sat straighter. 'First thing - can I just say it's so great that you were willing to see me? I've wanted to meet you for ages. You're like my hero!'

Really?' Nina felt a little glow inside her; it was a long time since she'd had any kind of professional flattery.

Oh, totally!
It
's because of you that I picked archaeology for my major.
I
didn
't
really know what I wanted to do, but then
I
read this and thought: wow, that is
so
cool.' She took out several slightly tattered magazine pages from her bag, laying them out flat on the table. Nina immediately recognised them as an article from around a year and a half earlier, about her discovery of Atlantis. One of the pictures was a photograph of herself, beaming proudly. Her younger self had her hair in the ponytail she had favoured at the time, prompting her to glance up at Macy's very similar style.

Er, yeah,' said Macy bashfully as she fingered her own tied-back hair. 'I, ah, kinda borrowed your look. I thought if it worked for you . . . Hope you don
't
mind.'

'No, not at all,
¹
Nina said, the glow moving to her cheeks in slight embarrassment.

Joey returned and delivered a cappuccino, then sat at a table near the door. 'See, when
I
read this,' Macy continued, it made me realise that wow, there really is all this amazing stuff still out there to discover.' She tapped Nina's picture. And when I saw it was you who'd found it, it was like, oh my God! I mean, most archaeologists are guys, right, and they're usually pretty old, but you? You were like a real-life Lara Croft.
I
thought, well, if
you
could do this,
I
could do it too!'

Nina knew the younger woman had meant it as a compliment, but wasn't thrilled by her phrasing. So . . . you weren't sure what you wanted to do until then? You weren't serious about archaeology?'

Macy shrugged. 'The big, exciting stuff, sure. And
I
was already into Egyptology 'cause of my grandparents - they were from Egypt originally. My grandpa used to be a teacher, and he taught me to read hieroglyphics when I was a kid, which was pretty cool. But most of my first year, I kind of goofed off.
I
was in a sorority, I was a cheerleader, every night was party night - you know what it's like!'

Hmm,' said Nina, who at university had been anything but a party animal.

But then
I
almost flunked out, and that was when I realised
I
needed to pull myself together. Part of it was because
I
didn't want to let down my mom and dad - I mean, they were paying for it! So I started working harder, and picked up my grades. But then when
I
heard about the IHA dig at the Sphinx, I realised it would be such a huge boost for me if I could be a part of it. So
I
managed to get on the team—
¹

There must have been a lot of competition.

Oh, totally. But my mom does a lot of fundraising for international charities and she's got friends at the UN, so that helped!' She smiled brightly.

I'm sure it did,' said Nina, unimpressed that nepotism, not hard work, had won her a place on the dig. While she didn't consider herself the kind of person who made snap judgements, she was forced to admit that her initial appraisal of Macy - a party girl who relied on her looks

and money to coast through life - seemed accurate. Well, look, it's been nice meeting you, and
I
'm glad
I
was such an inspiration, but I need to get moving/

Macy's face fell. 'Oh, no, wait! Please, wait - I need to show you this.' She hurriedly stuffed the pages back in her bag, her hand returning with a digital camera. 'You know about the scrolls that told us how to find the Hall of Records, right?'

The ones that were found in Gaza? Yeah.
I
still keep up with the news.

Macy didn't register the sarcasm. 'Okay, well, the Osirian Temple gave three pages to the IHA, right? Turns out they didn't give us
ail
of them.

An image appeared on the screen. Nina looked more closely, seeing what appeared to be ancient Egyptian papyruses, though the hieroglyphics were too small to read on the LCD display. 'Are these the pages?'

Macy pointed at the three leftmost pages. 'These three are. But
this
one,' she tapped the one on the right, is something nobody's seen before. Not at the IHA, anyway. The first three pages talk about what the Hall of Records is and how to find it. This one says what's actually in it.

Nina regarded her dubiously. And what
is
in it?' A map that tells you how to find the Pyramid of Osiris.'

What?' Only the memory of having been at the other end of a similar discussion, trying to convince others of the truth of a legend, stopped Nina from letting out a dismissive laugh. The Pyramid of Osiris? That's barely even a myth - it's more like a fairy tale. You could count all the references to it in known ancient Egyptian texts on one hand, and even then it's only mentioned in connection with the mythology of their gods. It's not real.

Well,
I
didn't think so either,' said Macy, bristling, but
somebody
does. Somebody who's going to dig into the Hall of Records before the IHA and steal the map.'

Now Nina did laugh. You've got to be kidding me. Someone's digging under the Sphinx at the same time as the IHA? In the middle of the busiest tourist attraction in the entire country, and nobody notices?

It's true!' Macy protested. They've dug a shaft at the north end of the Sphinx compound -I saw it!' She flicked through the images on the camera. 'I took a picture of the plans, look!'

Nina gave it only a cursory glance. 'There's no way they could do that without attracting attention. They'd be arrested the moment they stuck their shovel into the ground/

No, the people in charge, they're in on it! Gamal, the head of security, and Dr Hamdi -look, see?' Another picture, this one a blown-out closeup of a man's startled face. They're both working for a guy from the Osirian Temple!

Nina kneaded her forehead. Why are you telling
me
this? If you really did uncover some conspiracy to rob the site, why didn't you just tell Dr Berkeley? Or the Egyptian police?

I didn't know who I could trust. Dr Berkeley might have been in on it too.'

Logan Berkeley's many things,' said Nina drily, but I don't think he's a crook.

He didn't believe me, anyway. He already had some problem with me, I don't know why. He's kind of a jerk.'

Nina couldn't help a sardonic smile; that was certainly one of the many things'. The police, then. The Egyptians take artefact theft very seriously.'

T couldn't go to the police.'

Why not?'

They kinda . . . wanted to arrest me. They think I stole a piece of the Sphinx and hit Dr Hamdi.'

What?

I didn't!' Macy reconsidered that. 'Okay, I did hit Dr Hamdi. . .'

Nina stood.
I
think
I
've heard enough.

No, wait, please!' Macy jumped up; across the room, Joey half rose, watching Nina suspiciously. 'Look, they chased me, they were going to kill me! I had to get out of Egypt.'

So why come to me? Why didn't you tell the IHA?

Because they wouldn't listen; they thought I was a thief. I came to you because . . .' Her expression crumbled to downcast disappointment. 'Because
I
really thought you'd believe me.'

Despite herself, Nina felt a pang of sympathy for the young woman. Whether she was paranoid or just the victim of a hyperactive imagination, Macy had still gone through a lot to meet her 'hero' - only for the meeting to fall short of her hopes. Look,' she said, more quietly, right now I don't exactly have the highest opinion of the IHA, but that doesn't mean they won't listen to you. Okay? There aren't bad guys hiding round every corner - you can go to them and tell them your side of the story.'

1. . . suppose,' said Macy unhappily.

You don't have to do anything right now.' Nina glanced at Joey, who had relaxed. Go home with your friend, sleep on it, then call the IHA in the morning.
I
promise, it'll be okay.'

Macy didn't appear convinced, but she nodded reluctantly, then moved to meet Joey near the door.

Nina sat again, deciding to wait for them to go before leaving herself. The meeting certainly hadn't been what she expected, but at least it had been different, a break from blankly vegging out in front of the TV.

Though that was all she had to look forward to when she got back to the apartment. Eddie probably wouldn't finish work for hours. She sighed.

Macy and Joey turned to go. The door opened before they reached it.

And Macy shrieked.

Nina looked up in surprise. In the doorway was a greasy-looking man in a snakeskin jacket, his straggly goatee twisting as he leered at the young woman.

Macyjerked back. 'That's him! He's one of them!'

Hi again, li'l girl,' said the man, his grin widening unpleasantly as he advanced. Jaw set, Joey stepped in front of him—

And crumpled to the floor, doubled over as the man smashed a punch - and a set of brass knuckles - into his stomach.

The other customers reacted in shock. The man stepped over Joey as Macy fled past Nina to the back of the room.

He followed—

Hey!

He turned towards Nina's shout - and she flung Macy's untouched cappuccino into his face. The cup hit his jaw, foaming coffee splashing everywhere.

She kicked a chair at him as he lurched back. 'Macy!
Run!'

4

Macy shoved past a waitress to a door behind the counter, hesitating as she looked back at the moaning Joey. 'Don't stop!' Nina ordered as she ran after her. Macy went through the door. Nina followed. The manager moved to bar her way, but flinched back at her shout of, Not me,
him\
Call the cops!'

The man in the snakeskin jacket hurled the chair aside. She slammed the door, seeing several large boxes full of bags of coffee beans on shelves. A pull, and a box slammed to the floor.

Macy reached a fire door, barging through it into an alley—

A thick arm lashed out, clotheslining her to the ground

Snakeskin had set a trap, an associate lying in wait outside.

Another shelf held several hefty Pyrex coffee pots. Nina snatched one up and ran for the fire exit. The door behind her was kicked open. The box crumpled - but the beans inside it absorbed the impact, stopping the door from opening wide enough to get through.

Nina reached the fire exit. Macy lay dazed on her back outside, a doughy, shaven-headed man bending down to grab her—

The coffee pot hit the top of his head with a flat clonk. He let out a surprised grunt of pain, stumbling back. Nina swung the pot again. This time it shattered against his skull, chunky fragments bursting outwards like hailstones. The man fell against a dumpster. Nina reached out to Macy. 'Come on, get up!'

Pain and fear momentarily replaced by wide-eyed wonder, Macy gazed up at her before grasping her hands. 'Oh - oh, my God! That was
amazing*'

'You should see me with a teapot. Come on!' Nina pulled her up, jumping over the bald guy as they ran down the alley.

How did he find me?' Macy cried.
T
didn't tell anyone where
I
was, not even my parents! How'd they know I was in New York?'

You told Lola,' Nina realised. She must have told someone at the IHA, they told Berkeley, he told - whoever those guys work for.' They reached the street.

But how did they know
I
was meeting you?

What am I, a detective?' Nina saw a cab up the street. She waved furiously as they ran after it. Taxi!'

We're getting a
cab?'
said Macy in disbelief.

Unless you've got a helicopter, then yeah!' The cab stopped - but not, Nina realised, for them. A well-dressed couple stood on the opposite sidewalk, the man's hand outstretched. Hey, that'sour cab!'

The man grabbed the door handle. He was stopping for us.'

This is an emergency, we need it!' Nina reached the vehicle and yanked open the other rear door. 'Macy, get in!'

What the hell are you doing?' the woman shrilled. 'Driver, don't take them!'

I don't want no trouble,' said the driver, a skinny man with a strong Brazilian accent, as he leaned out of his open window to address Nina. 'I stop for this gen'leman and lady, okay? You wait for next—'