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The colour faded frohtened her back “The textiles—can I take the textiles?”

“Got her handbag” Elle ran back down the stairs from the bedroom area “Where are your shoes, Patricia?”

“Elle has photos of every inch of the textiles You don’t need them,” Julia said

“What if I ?”

“Then you’ll still be alive to figure it out If they get you, they will kill Alice She will be no use to them And once you’ve led them to the treasure, they’ll kill you If we don’t leave noe lose both of you”

“Here” Elle thrust Patricia’s shoes at her “Put these on”

“Okay You’re right You’re right” Patricia tugged on the tennis shoes, but kept casting longing glances at the mummy

Julia didn’t bother checking her bag; she knew in detail as in it She grabbed her gran’s arh the door

The terracotta plaster walls, hung with old religious art, seemed to close in on theed her in the opposite direction

“We sneak out We don’t knoho’s down there”

They pushed through the fire exit at the end of the corridor and ran down the stairs Behind the out: “¿Señora Matthews, estás ahí?”

“We didn’t register under my name,” Patricia whispered

“Through here” Julia pushed through the door to the kitchen, just as they heard a thud and a door crash open “They’re in our room”

They raced through the busy kitchen and out into the alley behind the hotel

“This way” Julia pointed to the door leading into the chapel attached to their hotel