“What will happen? You mean after I publish in my papers that she was sleeping with you, the incarcerated thief? She’ll be the laughing stock of Egypt, she’ll never work in academia again, much less archaeology.” “Is that all?” Ben asked. “Yes,” Pimsly said, grinning maliciously. “That’s your whole plan, no further details to share?” “Well… yes,” Pimsley said, still grinning maliciously, but his enthusiasm deflated a bit. “Are we locked in here?” Ben asked. “Yes,” Pimsley said, now truly puzzled. “Oh, good,” Ben said blandly.
