Whynn sat on her living room chaise nestled among her library of ancient text replicas, wiping her tears with the back of her hand,
“Its okay, I just need a minute. Don’t bother with the water. I will be alright.”
Doctor D’jet slumped down into the other end of chaise,
“Of course you would know that I would rush to offer you water, or a tissue. It is as I suspected, you know things, events before they happen…because of…”
“Because of…what?” Whynn, now composed and alert asked.
“Because your contact with the gem, possibly, somehow triggered something in your inherited DNA lineage. I mean on your mother’s side.
“Oh come now, Whynn you must have suspected something. Since your eighth birthday, suddenly and without any academic credentials, your mother travels the world lecturing on Egyptian alchemy. I attended one of her lectures when I studied at Cairo University. Her expertise was out-of-this world uncannily brilliant. As if, she knew the subject first hand.”
Sensing that Whynn’s interest was peaked, Dr. D’jet continued,
“Years later, after that lecture, I searched out your mother to obtain her assistance on my PHD thesis into the Fahamuiti royal family’s role in the demise of Egyptian alchemy. She told me in confidence that she had traced her genealogy back to the apprentice to King Fahamuiti’s sorcerer. On his death bed, Fahamuiti’s sorcerer charged his apprentice with hiding the gem from the royal family, forever. Your mother’s search led her to the records for Ellis Island immigration. And, the rest you know as a bedtime story. Did you suspect that your mother’s story was real?”
“Yes! And, I can see now, she wanted me to be curious just enough to pursue it. She knew me well. Given a puzzle, I will comb the earth until I find a solution.”
“Well, enough about me. You came here to see me. From the moment I saw you earlier, I knew that the gem did not make it safely to Cairo, despite your painstaking security and oversight in its shipment. And now, you are in a bind. Your head office, in Egypt wants you to locate the gem, or else.”
Looking at Dr. D’jet who was now pale from Whynn’s exacting summary of his current predicament, Whynn inquired,
“Am I right?”
Shifting his weight in the chaise and cupping his hands under his chin, he replied in hushed tones, as if he was revealing a secret to a confidante.
“Yes, the gem disappeared in-flight, between here and Cairo. I placed it in the diplomatic pouch, and locked it with the official seal; then I drove with it to JFK Airport and checked it in personally on the scheduled freight flight to Cairo. Hours later at Cairo International, Cairo Museum staff opened the still-sealed diplomatic pouch, only to find that the gem was gone. It had somehow vanished! And yes, I could use your help.”
Whynn, paused for a moment. Her reply came with an absolute certainty in her voice, which made the hair on the back of his neck stand on edge,
“The gem is safe, I know exactly where it is.”
**Continued next week**