Chapter 3Ian had taken the first flight out of Cairo, hoping that the thing hadn’t followed him. He spent almost the entire flight visualizing white light surrounding the plane and protecting him and all who were in it. Amazingly, it had seemed to work. Nothing had happened on the plane, and that flight had gotten him as far as LA. Ian also realized that he’d spent a lot of time with his hand on the ankh.
From LA, Ian took a flight to Boston, with a layover in Chicago. Waiting for the red-eye flight had been nerve wracking, but Ian had slept a little in a chair in the crowded lobby area. When he found himself to be alone in a bathroom in O’Hare, he had heard the crackling again. He waited patiently for it to appear, and as soon as it did, Ian yelled, “Be gone.” It had worked, but he was p
