CHAPTER FOURTEEN
The Lion of Judah studied the Archaeological Museum of Luxor carefully from the broad pedestrian avenue running along the Nile. At this early evening hour, with the sun having set past the Western Desert, the traditional abode of the ancient Egyptian dead, and the darkness gathering in town, there were few lights on in the imposing stone building. Visitinh hours had ended two hours before, and now only a couple of the lights in the upstairs offices remained lit.
One of those was the office of Museum Director Redwan Salah.
The Lion of Judah had done his homework. After the Valley of the Kings, he had visited the museum, and there on the wall was a list of the offices, right where anyone could see it. A quick peek behind a door marked “Staff Only, No Visitors Allowed” in
