Chapter 2
Horus
I watch the frustratingly beautiful woman run to the bookshelf she was looking for. I don’t need to follow. Between that conversation and listening in as a falcon on her hawk walk, I know this woman might be able to help us find the missing pieces of the Tablet of Osirus. Now I just need to call in backup. So, I get out my phone and dial.
“Go for Thoth,” the voice on the other line answers.
“What the hell kind of greeting is that, Thoth?”
“I’m a bit busy, little falcon. Is there something that you need my infinite knowledge for?”
I roll my eyes because the arrogance is dripping off the god even through the phone. “Actually yes, I need you to look up everything you can on a Charlotte Fletcher. She attends Oxford but is interning at the British Museum.”
“It sounds like you have already done your research on her.”
“I need to see if you found something that I didn’t. You’ve got better background skills than me, old bird. She also might be a resource to find the missing pieces.”
“So, that is what you have been doing these past few months. Does your mother know what you are up to?”
“The less Isis knows the better. I don’t want her to get her hopes up.” Mother was inconsolable for years after the gateway to the Duat closed. Not being able to reach or even communicate with my father almost killed her. Thankfully, she was able to pull together some of the gods stuck on this plane and form The Ennead. A group designed to find the tablet pieces and thwart Set and his group of Black Scarabs from doing the same.
“I need you and Bastet to join me for backup in London,” I tell Thoth as I hear him muttering on the other line, clearly already starting a file on Charlotte. Being the god of wisdom and knowledge, he is a shoe-in for the technological wizard part of our team. He has integrated very well into modern society through the years with the advancement of tech, but I don’t dare call him a wizard to his face. The last time I offended him, he cursed me to stay in falcon form for three years.
“Where do we need to meet you?”
“Two blocks south of the British Museum. Meet me tomorrow at noon.”
“We will see you then. Stay out of trouble, little falcon.”
I don’t think it’s me that needs the warning. Charlotte seems to have trouble already on her doorstep, and she has no idea what she is up against.