Chapter 16

Paris, France.

Paris International Airport was deserted. A dozen or so tourists sat in the lounges, immersed in their smart devices and oblivious to their surroundings. The shops, with their array of accessories, were also closed, with only a few small kiosks selling coffee, tea, and delicious-smelling pastries. It was from one of these that Jake had bought two cups of cappuccino and some fresh doughnuts.

“Here’s a coffee,” said Jake, returning to Megan, who was studying intensely the pocket map of Paris she had picked up on the plane. “Don’t you feel strange? Because even standing here, I still find it hard to believe that we were still in Egypt just a few hours ago.

Megan took the coffee.

“Yes, it’s a bit strange. But for some reason I think we did a good thing,” Megan smiled.

“Yes, I guess... Well, what next? Rent a room in an airport hotel or go into town? It’s getting late, I don’t know if we could find a hotel this late, we don’t even know Paris at all,” Jake asked, stuffi