Egypt was hot as a furnace, as a refiner’s fire; even the Nile breezes as they crept through Cairo made little difference. But the men were meeting anyway, in a private room in the back of a coffee house near Orabi Square.
One of the men smoothed back his thick, white hair, then looked around the circle before turning to a large man, dressed in black. “All is ready in America?”
“Yes. The attacks will be sudden — and devastating.” The big man paused. “But the FBI is investigating the embassy, so we must move slowly and carefully.”
“You are a cautious man — maybe too cautious. Some might even wonder whose side you are on.” The white-haired man narrowed his eyes. He looked up as a newcomer joined the group, settling his skinny frame into a chair by the door.
“Soon it will not matter,” the man shrugged. “The embassy will be destroyed. Then the attacks in America will drive the point home, on their own soil. Perhaps then the Americans will keep to their own business.”
When FBI agent David Hunter is assigned to intercept terrorist communications in Egypt, he imagines an extended honeymoon with his new wife, April, exploring the ancient land and pyramids. He could not be more wrong. There is trouble in Cairo — a plot to bomb the American Embassy during a visit by the president of the United States — and time is running out. The agency needs David's sharp eye and cryptology skills to prevent a disaster.
But the more David uncovers the truth, the more the danger grows — not only for him but also for April — and the faster his enemies close in around him. Ignoring anonymous warnings to leave the country, David and April find themselves hopelessly lost in a massive ancient burial complex known as the Necropolis — a series of tombs with hieroglyphics that seem to have a connection to the book of Abraham. If they can decipher the hieroglyphics correctly, they may find a way out. If not, they are certain to join the “City of the Dead.”
- Pages: 256
- Size: 6" x 9"
- Published: 2010
About the Author
Jack Lyon, previously managing editor at Deseret Book, is a writer and publisher, the owner of Waking Lion Press and Temple Hill Books. His publications include The Moroni Code, Best-Loved Stories of the LDS People, Best-Loved Humor of the LDS People, Managing the Obvious, The Ultimate Guide to GospeLink, and many other books. In a career of more than 25 years at Deseret Book, he edited The Collected Works of Hugh Nibley and The Papers of Joseph Smith, along with hundreds of other publications. He and his wife, Anne, live in West Valley City, Utah. They have four children and five grandchildren.
Abasi Mubarak thought about smoking one last cigarette before blowing himself up. But really, what was the point? He’d already been circling the streets of Cairo for more than an hour, periodically cruising past the American ambassador’s residence, trying to work up the courage to crash through the security gate and drive his cargo of bombs headlong into the brown limestone mansion, blowing an entire wing of the building to smithereens. At least that was the plan. The council had provided handsomely for Abasi’s aging parents, who would be losing their son but gaining a hero – and the prestige that went with it. But it he didn’t follow through soon, he knew he would back out, bringing derision upon himself and shame upon his family.
This time around, he thought, dismayed by his own hesitation, if the guard has looked away, I will do it.
Again he drove past the mansion, peering into the window of the guardhouse. To his surprise, it was empty. But no – the back of the guard’s head appeared at the bottom of the window. He’d bent down to pick something up – something he’d dropped, perhaps – providing a momentary distraction. The time had come.
Abasi slowed the car, turned into the driveway that led past the guardhouse, and then stomped on the accelerator. The guard looked up, startled, but it was too late – the car was already crashing through the wooden gate, the broken boards flying up against the windshield, the guard shouting at him to stop. Abasi heard the sound of gunfire and felt a sudden burning in his shoulder, but the pain only fueled his anger, his determination.
Then, suddenly, the whole world went silent. And, he realized, it wasn’t the car that was moving. It was everything else that was moving. From the heart of stillness he watched, entranced, as trees sped past, as an unwary visitor thumped into the car’s grill, as the building rushed forward to meet him, its walls looming ever larger, its windows growing ever darker.
And then, strangely, he became one with the building. Its walls were his body, its windows his eyes. He heard an explosion; then the sound blew out his eardrums. He saw his hands burning; then his eyes burst from their sockets. He breathed black smoke and rock dust; then his lungs collapsed. After that, he knew no more.
Promising beginning, disappointing payoff
by Michael - reviewed on October 15, 2010
I was very excited to read this book and the opening chapters really piqued my interest. But the ultimate payoff didn't quite deliver the goods. Still a decent, fun read, but lacked some of the fun and adventure I thought it would contain in its latter half. The ties between Abraham and the temple endowment are great food for thought though even if the ending doesn't really deliver what says it will on the back cover.
by Mark - reviewed on January 26, 2011
Like the Moroni Code, the author has a great plot but simply fails to develop the characters or tell the story in a compelling way. The story seems rushed.