‘Like Moses and the Red Sea,’ Sarah offered.
‘In the wake of the tragedy, no one really cared about Alexander’s tomb. There were more important things to worry about, like fresh water and food. Furthermore, the disappearance of the body could be attributed to the flood. No one — not even the emperor himself — could challenge the assertion that the tomb was buried under rubble somewhere in the city or swept out to sea entirely. Besides, those in power had to worry about reconstructing the city and tempering the religious turmoil. They might eventually get around to locating Alexander’s body, but it was certainly a low priority.’
Sarah still had questions. ‘Okay, I’m with you so far. But who are they? Who was responsible for shipping Alexander’s tomb out of the city?’
Jasmine shrugged. ‘I wish I knew. As much as I would love to give you a definitive answer, I’ll need to dig into this a lot more if there’s any hope of getting concrete answers. There are experts who have a lot more experience in this type of thing than I do. We might need to reach out to them, maybe even bring a couple down here to look at this and see it for themselves. I’m just not sure—’
Sarah cut her off. ‘Jasmine, don’t be foolish. We can’t bring anyone down here to look at the wall. You know damn well Papi won’t allow it. There’s simply too much at stake to trust outsiders.’
‘Like Simon?’
Sarah glared at her. ‘What’s that supposed to mean?’
Jasmine took a step back, surprised by the sudden hostility. ‘Nothing.’
‘Bullshit,’ she hissed. ‘It meant something or you wouldn’t have said it. Tell me what you meant, or I’ll really be pissed.’
‘It’s just, well,’ she stammered as she struggled to find the words. ‘I know you reached out to Simon when you first arrived in Egypt, and from what I heard, it didn’t turn out too well. Weren’t you chased by some gunmen?’
‘This isn’t my fault!’
‘Wait. What are you talking about?’ It took a few seconds for Jasmine to connect the dots. ‘Sarah, I wasn’t implying that you had anything to do with the guys in the tunnels. Honest to God, I wasn’t. I have no idea why they’re here.’
‘Listen,’ Sarah said icily, ‘take your pictures and collect whatever evidence you need because we won’t be coming back anytime soon. And be quick about it.’
‘And you?’
‘I’m going to check out the rest of the tunnel. I want to see where it goes.’
McNutt helped Cobb from the water as each pondered their next move.
‘How many have you spotted?’ Cobb demanded.
‘No idea,’ McNutt admitted. ‘I haven’t had time to count because I’ve been running for my life. Speaking of which, who the hell is chasing us?’
Before Cobb could reply, a blood-curdling wail echoed through the chamber.
‘And what the hell was that?’ McNutt added.
Cobb didn’t like surprises. If someone was still out there searching for them, he preferred to bring the fight to them, not the other way around. ‘Let’s find out.’
‘Let’s not,’ McNutt said. ‘My weapon is fucked.’
Cobb growled and handed him his gun. ‘Here.’
‘Screw that. I’m not taking your gun.’
‘Why not? You gave it to me in the first place.’
‘True, but…’
He forced it into McNutt’s hand. ‘Take the gun and follow me. That’s an order.’
McNutt nodded. ‘Yes, sir.’
Cobb sprinted from the flooded cistern to the adjacent chamber where he effortlessly jumped to the floor below. Much as it pained him to admit it, he knew that McNutt was the better shot, so giving up his gun had been an easy decision to make. As the team leader, his job was to help his team succeed, and the best way to do that was to give them the tools they required. It didn’t matter to Cobb that he was temporarily defenseless, save for his years of training. What mattered was his team’s success.
Up ahead in the darkness, Cobb spotted someone lying face down in a shallow pool of blood. Before McNutt could join him on the floor, he signaled for him to stay where he was and provide cover from an elevated position.
McNutt dropped to his knee and raised his gun.
Cobb approached the victim cautiously, unsure if it was a trap. As he got closer, he noted the size of the body. This wasn’t an ordinary man. This was a giant; most likely one of the gunmen who had chased Sarah and Simon from the tavern.
If not, then they had stumbled across a Yeti.
Cobb crouched low and pressed a finger to the victim’s neck, checking for any signs of life. There were none. Shaking his head to inform McNutt that the man was dead, Cobb rolled the body over onto its back. The first thing he noticed was the assault rifle that had been pinned underneath the man’s sizeable frame. The second thing Cobb noticed were the entrails that spilled out of the hole in the man’s torso.
Though the cut to the stomach appeared to have been the fatal blow, it wasn’t the only wound. Deep lacerations covered the brute’s face and torso. Chunks of flesh hung from his arms. Three fingers and his nose had been completely cleaved from his body, and his left leg had been repeatedly sliced to the bone.
Cobb knew torture when he saw it.
This was something more.
They had toyed with him.
Kamal had also heard the scream. The low, terrified howl reached every corner of the water system. Kamal had already seen what had become of the others in his crew. The two that had mistakenly shot each other had been lucky in comparison to the other three he had discovered — those who had met their fate at the tip of a blade.
He didn’t need to witness the execution to know who it was.
The cries of agony were all he needed.
Tarek was dead.
As he struggled to climb the ramshackle pillars back up toward the boiler room, Kamal’s mind raced. This was a catastrophe. Not only had he failed to recover the woman, he had somehow managed to lose six men including his best friend in the process.
Hassan would have his head on a platter.
Kamal reasoned that killing everyone was a better option than returning with news that the woman was still on the loose. Now all he needed was a way to make that happen.
The city’s water main was his salvation.
The wide conduit ran along the ceiling of the first chamber before disappearing into the infrastructure above. Nearly a third of the city was serviced through this one channel delivering thousands of gallons of water every minute of the day.
Rupturing one pipe would flood the entire network.
It would also prevent the woman’s escape.
Kamal smiled at the thought.
29
During the cistern’s conversion into a bomb shelter, the water main had been tapped for those who might be forced to take refuge underground. Valves had been installed that would divert the flow of water into the cistern, providing a source of hydration and a means to bathe. The pipes that once channeled the water to the floor far below had long since been removed, but the old valves were still in place.
Shards of metal and rust flew in all directions as Kamal emptied his clip into the antiquated plumbing. He couldn’t destroy it completely, but he could damage it.
His bullets created multiple leaks.
The leaks became a lengthy crack.
And the pressure tore the crack apart.
A torrent of water gushed from the pipe, showering everything in the room. But it still wasn’t enough for Kamal. To ensure that anyone in the network of tunnels would be unable to exit through the apartment building, he braced his legs against the nearest arch and pushed it with all of his might. The stone quivered against the stress of the giant’s strength, which was fueled by adrenalin and rage.