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Chapter 9

A line of cars led up to the Art Center. If the number of people filing into the building was any indication, then it looked like Layla’s opening night was bound to be a success.

Brett adjusted his tie as he and Lisa entered the crowded lobby. Lisa squeezed his arm.

“I can’t believe that Layla organized all of this.” Lisa’s wide eyes took in every detail in the atrium.

“Do you know what section her exhibit is in?” Brett asked.

“Let’s follow the line of people. When is Kevin supposed to be here?”

“I don’t know. I’m guessing Kevin is somewhere in this crowd.”

As they turned a corridor, the entire crowd gasped. A large pyramid filled the gallery. Although it was nowhere near the size of a real pyramid, the stonework looked authentic and the massive scale was true to size. Huge colorful posters provided details about the monument, indicating it represented the tomb of Ramses the Great. Although the exhibit was not exclusively about Ramses, it offered details and scope of what a powerful ruler he had been.

Winding their way through the gallery, they accepted a glass of wine from a passing waiter. Lisa pointed to the poster. “I didn’t know that Nefertari was one of Ramses’ wives. Can you believe the man had eight wives? How long did the guy live?”

“Too long,” Brett murmured. He jumped as Lisa’s elbow jabbed his side. “It says here, ‘Recent excavations bring the number of discovered corridors and tomb chambers to 150.’”

“Really? Did you see he had an estimated fifty-two sons? No wonder he had so many wives.”

Throughout the gallery, various sacred Egyptian symbols and artifacts with explanations under each decorated the walls. Brett shook his head. He had no idea there were so many antiquities related to death. He sipped the wine, patiently waiting as Lisa read a poster. The room was filling quickly. People stood shoulder to shoulder.

Loud laughter drew his attention. Layla excused herself from another group and walked toward them. Dressed in white from head to toe, she wore her long dark hair loose. The starkness of her clothing emphasized her dark, exotic features.

“Hi, guys. Thank you for coming tonight.”

Layla’s cheeks were flushed, probably from the excitement.

Lisa pressed a light kiss on her friend’s cheek. “I can’t believe all of this. Layla, how did you manage to pull all of this together?”

“Believe me it wasn’t easy. I have a wonderful staff who know Egyptian history as well as I do.”

While the women visited, Brett’s mind wandered. All these tombs and symbols related to death was puzzling. “So what’s up with this eternal life stuff?”

Layla pointed to a symbol that looked like a cross with a loop at the top. “This is the Ankh, which represents eternal life. It’s common to see the gods holding the Ankh to someone’s lips, offering them the Breath of Life, the breath you need for the afterlife.”

Brett tried to wrap his mind around all of this. “So everyone gets eternal life?”

Layla shook her head. A serious look filled her eyes. “No, immortality is not guaranteed. In ancient Egypt, you had to prove yourself worthy of living in the land of Osiris. Supposedly, if you weren’t worthy, you were eaten by the Devourer of Nonexistence.”

Lisa shivered, running her hands up her arms. “Good lord! The Devourer of Nonexistence sounds creepy.”

“Not someone I want to hang out with,” Brett muttered while glancing around the room. “What does this Devourer look like?”

“There are various ideas based on ancient texts. It’s one of those subjects that people preferred not to discuss or write about.” Layla turned away to greet a passing guest.

Brett involuntarily shivered as he took in the array of Egyptian artifacts surrounding him.

As if on cue, the lights in the art gallery dimmed. The emergency lighting immediately kicked on. Conversations ceased as clusters of people stood together in the eerie lighting. Less than a second later, the lights returned to normal. People sighed synchronously before conversation and laughter resumed.

Brett glanced at Lisa and Layla. “That was weird. Do the lights go out often?”

Looking puzzled, Layla shook her head. “Not that I know of. I’ll make a note to have one of my staff check with the maintenance guys tomorrow.”

“At least, it’s not October,” Lisa teased Brett.

His eyes narrowed, giving his girlfriend a little nudge. “Don’t jinx us. Nothing is going on. It was probably a breaker.”

“What about October?” Layla pinned her gaze on him.

“Brett’s been involved with a couple of weird cases the past couple of years. Both cases started in October. I—”

“And I’m sure nothing strange is going on,” Brett broke in, wiping a hand across his damp brow. Why is it so hot in here? His gaze darted about the large hall. The urge to grab Lisa and flee the room was overwhelming. Ignoring the pounding of his heart, he squeezed his eyes shut. Silently, he counted to ten, focusing on his deep breaths. He mentally reined in his wild thoughts. He refused to start imagining things. Nothing was going on. Lights dim all the time, don’t they?