The mention of the name sent a shiver down her spine. It was a family legend—a seal of office supposedly given to her great-grandfather, a colonial official who had vanished in the desert. It was said to unlock a tomb that wasn't a tomb, but a library.
She was looking for the "Official."
Lacey pushed through the crowded bazaar of Khan el-Khalili, ignoring the calls of vendors selling alabaster cats and scarab beetles. She ducked into a narrow, shaded alleyway that smelled of old paper and turmeric. At the end of the passage stood an unmarked wooden door, peeling green paint revealing gray wood beneath. official egypt lacey jayne