... Listening to the brush of the wind against the tent door, the soft creak of the tent poles, the flap of the canvas I don’t think I’d ever felt so alert Turning my head, I could see the pale glow of moonlight ... jeans I’d worn the day before I adjusted the scarab pendant under the T-shirt Then I carefully tucked the little mummy hand into the back pocket of my jeans With the pendant and the mummy hand, ... out as the door slid an inch Then another inch Another inch Everyone pressed forward, eager to get a view of the ancient tomb Two of the workers moved the large spotlights, aiming them into the...