“There. On the table.” He pointed to a long form lying on a wheeled table behind the sarcophagus and shrouded in translucent plastic.
Enjoyment glimmered in her eyes. “That’s Felix.”
“Felix?”
“Our new mummy.”
Alex pressed his lips together and walked over closer to it. “A mummy. You mean like a four-thousand-year-old dead-guy mummy?”
“Thirty-five hundred in this case, we think, but yes. We just got him in a few days ago.”
“Can I look at him?”
“You might not want to,” she cautioned, but he’d already pulled up the plastic.
“Jesus. You didn’t tell me he was unwrapped.”
“Only partially. Felix has had some challenging times.”
“So I smell.” It was faint but distinct. Now that he’d lifted the plastic, there was the sweet scent of decay. Still, curiosity overcame his initial surprise, prompting him to raise the sheet again. “Dressed for casual Friday, huh, Felix?” He dropped the sheet back down and focused on the problem at hand. “Okay. So let’s see…locked door, no windows, no phones, no one coming when we call, and a thirty-five-hundred-year-old mummy. This is beginning to get entertaining.”
“I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself.” Julia tucked the plastic back in place. “Personally, I’ve got plans for this weekend. I can’t stay here.”
“Not even to keep Felix company?”
“No.”
“Not even to keep me company?” He stepped up behind her to rest his hands on her hips, those deliciously slender, surprisingly flexible hips, and leaned in to nibble on her earlobe.
“Alex.” She twisted away. “This is serious.”
His mouth curved. “Don’t worry about it,” he said easily. “The only place people get locked in for days is the movies. Security will be by in a while to let us out.”
“Let’s hope it’s soon.”
“Anyway, there’s got to be another way out of here.” He began to prowl the room. “No extra doors in the book room, right?”
“Right.”
“What’s this room in here?” he asked, opening the door next to the repository.
“The scientific lab.”
He reached inside to flip on the lights and blinked. “Christ. What are all these gadgets?” The room was as modern as the rest of the lab was retro, with shining white walls and gleaming chrome-and-black equipment.
“Oh, a scanning electron microscope, a laser, a Fourier—”
“Okay, I get it.” He scanned the room and ducked back out. “If we’re bored later, you can teach me how to use them.”
“We’re not going to be here later, remember?”
“Exactly.”
The main conservation lab was in the shape of a thick sideways L balanced on its short leg. To the right of the main door lay the inner wall that formed the library and the scientific lab; combined with the rest of the L, it formed a rectangle maybe fifty feet deep by a hundred feet long.
“What’s down here?” Alex asked, skirting the outer wall of the scientific lab to follow the long arm of the L.
“More workspace. The supply room. The chemical shower. The bathroom.”
“Thank God for small favors. What’s behind this door?” He twisted the knob with no more success than the front door.
“Oh, that’s the head conservator’s office. Paul Wingate. It’s just a nook, though. No way out.”
“Let’s not rule anything out sight unseen.” He studied the modern lock on the door. “That one we might have a chance at.”
“For all the good it will do you. And there aren’t any ways out of the supply room, either, so I guess that means we’re stuck.”
“Not for long. I’m telling you, security will find us.”
Julia paced across the lab. “What if they don’t?”
He couldn’t help watching her. “We get out Monday morning when everybody comes to work.”
“I can’t wait that long. I can’t miss this thing tomorrow night.”
“What is it?”
“The New York Performing Arts Institute gala. My mother’s pet project. She’s been working on it for four months and if I’m not there, I’ll be hearing about it for at least that long.” She moved restlessly across the lab, scanning the walls and ceiling, picking up the phone again, only to shake her head.
“What about a computer?” Alex asked suddenly.
“A computer?”
“Sure. E-mail. The Internet. We ought to be able to get a message to someone, even just to ask them to call the cops for us.” He looked around. “Don’t they have one in here?”
“I don’t know,” Julia said dubiously. “There’s a computer in the rare-book repository but it’s off-line, just for indices and electronic research.”
“Nothing out here?”
She shook her head helplessly. “Too much dust from all the stone. It’s not the greatest environment. Most of the staff have cubes upstairs. Paul’s the only one with an office down here.”
“And his is locked.” Alex walked over to the workbench.
“What are you doing?”
“Looking for some wire.”
“And that would be because…?”
“I’m going to try to pick that lock.”
“Oh, of course. Got experience at it, do you?”
“I’m a man of many talents.”
She watched as he located some stiff wire and used pliers to bend the top quarter inch to a right angle. “Did you apprentice with a second-story man in your youth?”
“Hey, I got my Boy Scout merit badge in B and E.”
Julia snorted but watched with interest as Alex nudged his ersatz picks into the lock on Paul’s door. “I should object, you know. You’re violating the privacy of a staffer.”
He flicked her a glance. “Duly noted. I’ll lock up again when I’m done, and if you want to stay in here
