CHAPTER ELEVEN
Remi felt jetlagged, tired, jittery from too much coffee, and hungry. For some reason that made it so she couldn’t stop thinking about Cyril breaking up with her.
And the only way to stop thinking about that, she had found, was to get on with the case. Not walk around an admittedly fascinating archaeological site pretending to look for pits dug by looters, but to actually get on with the case.
So she had taken advantage of Mohammed being distracted by Daniel and David’s conversation to slip away and hurry back to the line of souvenir shops.
Of course, Daniel had instructed her not to go off alone like on their previous cases, but it was broad daylight and all she was going to do was go visit a shop. It wasn’t like they were in a darkened museum with a serial killer on th
