“I have a key,” her nose crinkled slightly when the admission spilled out of her and she pulled at the chain tucked between her breasts revealing a pendant. The sight of the pendant hit him like a splash of cold water and Ben realized he was bracketing her into her seat, with one arm on the table and one hand on the back of her chair. After all of his years on the job, he knew an ancient Egyptian artifact when he saw one. He knew their materials, their methods, their quality of work, and even their taste.
