Dear Diary: well, this is a pleasant turn of events! Aunt Evelyn will be joining me in Egypt! It all started when I was looking in that Louis XIV trunk up in the attic for some sort of artifact to show in class. The only suitable thing was an old souvenir box from Egypt, but when Aunt Evelyn looked inside it, she found some sort of weird royal family tree created by one of our crazy distant cousins. I'm not quite sure what it's all about, but whatever it is, it's Egyptian, and since I'm going to Egypt, I may as well look into it. I asked Aunt Evelyn to join me, and she said yes... well, after I told her about the beautiful views and ancient pools and starlit evenings in Alexandria. Um... hope I'm able to find all of that, because if not, I'm going to be in trouble!
Aunt Evelyn has managed to drag me away from my digs and other things in Cairo long enough to go with her to Alexandria. She says she wanted to do the research about this family tree HER way, though I suspect HER way involves lots of shopping and booze. Still, she did make arrangements to meet with Professor Blake, who she thought might be able to figure out our mysterious family tree. He didn't seem to have much to offer, though, so I left Evelyn and Blake to it and headed off to see if I could meet with Rashad.
The good news is that Rashad was able to tell me what the family tree was all about. The bad news is that it was apparently a family tree of horses... Arabian horses, specifically. Apparently they're quite valuable, and their bloodlines are venerated as much as any royal human family, but I didn't think Aunt Evelyn would be particularly impressed.
Unfortunately, said Aunt Evelyn was not back at the hotel... and didn't return the whole time. And when I called Professor Blake and asked him if he'd seen her, he could only have sounded more suspicious is if he'd paused repeatedly to cackle maniacally. I traced his number to a library, and as soon as he saw me, he bolted.
I went to Rashad and asked him to help me find either my aunt or Professor Blake. While he had no clues on either of them, he did point out that the only thing connecting them at the moment was the horse bloodline chart. He suggested visiting the stables of a family who dealt with purebred Arabian horses and checking their documentation for clues to Blake's plan. Sure enough, we found that the horses on my chart were actually owned by the Alexandrian breeder! Blake was obviously going to try altering the chart and inserting false documents in the breeder's records to make it look like HE had a purebred Arabian of this bloodline. We were just figuring things out when we heard a noise from above.