Fireworks: Riley (5 page)

She sat up and her golden hair fell over her shoulders, so it covered the tips of her breasts. And then she raised up slowly and his breath caught in his lungs as he watched her slide to the very tip of his cock.

“I definitely don’t want to miss the ride,” she rasped, her head falling back on her shoulders in pleasure. Then she slid back down until he was buried balls deep, and he bit out a curse. “I guess I’ll take a rain check on you fucking me senseless this morning.”

And then the little minx rolled off his body and he watched her hips sway as she headed into the bathroom.

“That’s what you think, sweetheart.” And he followed after her.

***

The Jeep was still waiting on them when they went downstairs ten minutes after dawn, and Riley arched a brow as he passed Sam and Roxanne entwined in a passionate kiss. They broke apart and Sam had the look of a man who’d spent a very pleasurable night with a woman, and he looked just as exhausted as Riley felt.

Sam broke away from Roxanne and headed in their direction.

“Good morning, Sam,” Maggie said. “You’re looking a little rough around the edges this morning. I think I’ll grab a couple of bottles of water and some aspirin before we leave.” She walked away and left the two men alone.

“It’s none of my business what you do in your personal life,” Riley said. “But that girl is not coming back to the dig site.”

“Nope,” Sam said, grinning. “I got her to agree to catch the first flight back to the states this morning. She was going to come back just to spite you. She’s a little vindictive. You’re damned lucky I intervened.”

“I can see that,” Riley said, shaking his head. “Thanks for making the sacrifice.”

“I do what I can for the common good.” Sam’s grin widened. “And between you and me, once she stopped talking she was a fucking wildcat in bed.”

“Jesus, she’s probably fifteen years younger than you, Sam.”

“It’s not like she was a virgin, and she’s over twenty-one. Besides, she made the first move. It’s not like I’m going to turn her down. She practically had my dick in her mouth before I realized how fast things were escalating. What was I supposed to do?”

“Be a little more discriminating?” Riley asked.

“You’re quick to judge now that you’re happily married, but there was a time in your life when you were the same. Pussy is pussy, man.”

“Believe me, that’s the farthest thing from the truth. You’ll realize it one day when some woman knocks you on your ass and won’t put up with your bullshit.”

“Until that time I’m going to enjoy the single life. I’ve still got plenty of time to settle down. Like when I’m dead.” He grinned and punched Riley in the shoulder. “Unless I can get Maggie to leave your sorry ass and run away with me. What do you say, sweetheart?”

“Have you had all your shots?” she asked sweetly and then walked off toward the waiting Jeep.

“I do love your wife, MacKenzie. If I could find someone like her I might not wait until death to settle down.”

“Maggie is one of a kind. Looks like death is your only option.” And then Riley took off after his wife, leaving Sam with his mouth hanging open.

The ride back to the site was uneventful, and Riley was itching to get back inside the tomb. Now that he had Maggie beside him he could focus back on his work. But when they arrived at the camp the other Jeep was gone. And so was everyone else as far as he could see.

“What the hell?” Sam asked from the back seat.

“Good question,” Riley said.

He hopped out of the Jeep before it had come to a complete stop, looking over the tented area where they’d been cataloging artifacts. And then he breathed out a sigh of relief when he saw Dr. Bekhit looking intently in one of the journals Jay had been making notes in.

He looked up absentmindedly when he heard the car door slam, and he waved, shutting the book and standing to go greet them.

Where is everyone?” Riley asked.

“Your friend Walker became ill during the night. I sent all the guards with him to ensure he made it to the hospital safely since it was well after curfew. And I didn’t feel it was wise to wait until sun up to move him. His fever was quite high. I knew the other Jeep was returning with you, so I decided to wait here and ride back this morning.”

“Shit,” Riley said, scrubbing a hand across his face. “I need to go back and check on him.”

“With all due respect, there is nothing you can do for him there,” Bekhit said. “And there is much you can do here. I am happy to go to the hospital and check on his progress for you, but your time is running short here and I feel there is much still to be found.”

“I’d appreciate it very much,” Riley said. “But I must insist you come get me if things take a turn for the worse.”

“That is a deal, my friend. You look quite healthy this morning. I believe a good night’s sleep agreed with you.” Bekhit laughed at himself and then gestured to the book he’d left on the table. “These hieroglyphs are very exciting, but I want your professional opinion to see if I’m on the mark.”

Riley knew what Bekhit was going to ask before he opened the journal and pointed to the hieroglyphs that very few people in the world would recognize.

“Is this what I think it is?” he asked, pointing to a passage in the journal. Jay had made crude sketches of the interior walls of the tomb, but Jay hadn’t recognized the hieroglyph depicting the Book of Souls. The giddiness in Dr. Bekhit’s eyes exclaimed that he knew exactly what it meant.

“I believe so,” Riley said. “But I’m not sure it’s worth getting our hopes up at this point. We have yet to find any sign of it, and I’m afraid with the remains we found upon opening the tomb that it may have already been looted some time ago.”

“But this is proof of its existence,” Dr. Bekhit exclaimed. “If there is proof then we will keep searching for it until we find it. Do you realize what a find of this magnitude will do for my country? Not to mention your reputation. I insist that you focus all of your efforts on its discovery.”

Riley nodded. “Believe me, I want to find it as much as you do.”

“I know you do,” Bekhit said, satisfied. “I had a feeling this discovery would be big. It’s why I insisted that you head it up. I will go check on your friend and be back when I can. You know the importance of keeping a discovery such as the Book of Souls quiet. There are many who would kill just at the mention of the possibility of its existence.”

“I know,” Riley said. Bekhit spoke the truth. There were fortune hunters and thieves everywhere. And they had no law except the law unto themselves. They were the most violent kind of criminals.

It wasn’t long after they all watched as the Jeep disappeared over a dune and they were once again stranded with no one to call on except each other. Riley trusted Sam and Jay, but the only person he trusted enough to tell about the Book of Souls was Maggie. Greed had a tendency to turn even the best of men into something they weren’t.

“You’re hiding something,” Maggie said after Jay and Sam had gone back to the jobs they’d been doing the previous afternoon.

“You know me well, my love. Let me show you something.”

She was dressed almost the same as she’d been the day before, but he wanted her armed. Just in case. So he went into his tent and returned with the spare holster and gun he’d had hidden in his belongings.

“I want you to wear this,” he said, fastening it to her belt. And then he handed her a sheathed knife with a four-inch blade and she tucked it into her waistband. He knew she was capable of using both if the need arose. He handed her a flashlight and grabbed one for himself, and then he led her into the entrance of the tomb.

“Well, that’s unfortunate,” she said, noting the remains near the center of the first room.

“Unfortunate, but not our problem. We’re waiting on the forensic anthropologist to come collect him. This is what I want to show you.”

Riley handed her a pair of latex gloves so the oils from their fingers wouldn’t damage any of the interior and he showed her the first mention of the Book of Souls.

“It’s beautiful,” Maggie said, tracing her finger lightly over the carvings in the walls.

“The colors have already started to fade. It always makes me a little sad to know we try our best to preserve, but we can’t save everything. This is the first true reference I’ve ever seen of the Book of Souls. I’ve come across it in obscure journals and it’s whispered by a select few who believe its existence, but I’ve never seen the proof with my own eyes.”

“You think it’s here?” she asked, her eyes lighting with excitement.

“I think it’s possible. I’ve diagrammed the tomb and we’ve entered every room but one. You and I will try to breach it today.”

“Try?”

“The door is sealed. You’ll see once we get there. The locking mechanism is a code of some sort, but I haven’t figured out the combination yet. And it’s better to figure it out first instead of experimenting. Experimenting with Egyptian encryptions is a good way to lose a hand. Or a head.”

“Very comforting. I rather enjoy your head. Lets try to keep it attached.”

Riley winked and then led her out of the tomb and back into the sunlight. He wanted to bring the journal Jay had used to copy the hieroglyphs from the wall and to grab a larger backpack just in case they did find the book. He knew finding it would be dangerous. And he would show it to no one until he could put it in Bekhit’s hands. He’d never risk Maggie’s life that way.

“Dr. MacKenzie,” Jay said as they approached. “I was just about to come find you. It looks like Walker made a few notations near the back of the book before he got sick. But from what I can tell it doesn’t have anything to do with the hieroglyphs. It looks like numbers, but you know how bad his writing is.”

“I’m glad to see his handwriting is getting worse. I told him I wouldn’t approve his dissertation and allow the committee to pass him through if he didn’t start writing like a doctor.”

Jay handed over the book and Riley flipped to the back to the scribbled pages and then closed it again.

“Can you make anything of it?”

“Looks like he was balancing his checkbook to me,” Riley said, shrugging. “We’re heading back in the tomb. There’s still plenty to pull and catalog in sector C.”

Riley took Maggie’s hand and the headed back inside the tomb, the journal held securely in his other hand. His heart started pounding the moment he saw the mix of numbers and letters Walker had entered on the blank pages at the back of the leather bound book.

“How long are you going to make me wait before you tell me exactly what the Book of Souls is?” Maggie asked once they were alone inside the tomb.

Riley squeezed her hand in warning and led her down the narrow hallway that led to the different sectors, and they passed the markers he’d left behind earlier in the week and kept going. The hall grew narrower the farther they went and the ceiling grew shorter, so they were stuck walking single file, barely squeezing through the last opening that led into sector D. Once they were finally through Riley felt Maggie’s shuddering breath of relief.

This room was shaped like a shoebox and the walls were covered with hieroglyphs. A rectangular platform sat in the center of the room, also covered with hieroglyphs on all sides. But on top of the platform was a series of raised blocks, similar to a tic-tac-toe board, and each of the squares had one hieroglyph inside.

“The Book of Souls has always been more legend than truth in archaeological circles,” he began. “It was said that after Ramses the Great’s first born was killed during The Passover that his sorcerers combined their powers and the Book of Souls was born. It was a dark magic and they warned him that though the book might bring good and comfort to whoever used it, that it was possible to fall into the spell of the book’s power and lose your humanity. But Ramses and Nefertari didn’t care. They wanted to be able to see and communicate with their son again. And the Book of Souls was the only way to do that. When the book is held in human hands it opens the gates to the passageway between the earthly world and the spirit world. When the words inscribed inside the book are spoken and the name of the deceased is called then the two worlds become one for a short moment in time. But once the two bodies meet it’s often difficult for them to let go and return to where they belong.”

“I can imagine,” Maggie said. “A difficult thing for any parent to willingly walk away from. If it ended up in the wrong hands it could do unspeakable damage. If it exists at all.”

“We’re going to find out very soon,” Riley said, opening the journal to the pages Walker had scrawled on. “I think Walker cracked the code to open the door.”

“How can you tell?”

“Walker was a mathematical genius, among other things. I recognized the coding system he used immediately. It’s similar to the one used during World War II. Each number equals a letter of the alphabet. But in this case, each number represents a specific hieroglyph.”

“Very handy, that Walker,” Maggie said, looking over his shoulder at the writing.

“Be careful around the top of the platform,” Riley said, holding onto her arm when she moved around him to inspect the raised sections. “Those are like giant buttons. But if you press them in the wrong order there’s no telling what might happen. But chances are we’d both be dead before we knew what hit us.”

Maggie shined her flashlight on the corner of the platform and said, “It looks like someone didn’t follow instructions.” The blood was dark and already browning, but it was enough to be able to tell exactly what it was. And that it was reasonably fresh.

Riley looked backed toward the passageway they’d come from and felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. And then he walked the entire way around the platform, checking for any other signs of human injury.

“Whoever that blood belongs to didn’t try to open the sealed door. If they’d made an attempt at pressing the right combination of the buttons, and they’d chosen poorly, then there’d be a lot more blood. The Egyptians weren’t known for their humane killing or subtleties either one. And they weren’t much on second chances either. More than likely a wrong attempt would collapse the room we’re in or block the passageway completely.”