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but she pulled back.
    “Come on!” he whispered urgently, pulling on her arm.
    “My cell phone. They’ve got it.”
    “I’ll buy you a new one. Come on.”
    “No, you don’t understand,” she whispered back. “There’s a picture on it. A picture of what I uncovered at the dig today. I think that’s why they’re chasing me. I need it if I’m ever going to figure out what’s going on.”
    “No time. They’re coming,” Cameron replied.
    “Please!” Siobhan begged. “I’ve got to know what happened to me today, and that picture is the only clue.”
    Cameron stared at her. He looked desperately out into the night and at their chance for escape. Then he looked back at her.
    “This is crazy,” he said as he came back inside.
    Siobhan was about to shut the door behind him, but he said, “Leave it open. Hopefully, they’ll think we went out the back.”
    He went back to the door they had passed. It was a closet.
    “In here,” Cameron whispered.
    Siobhan went in. He followed and pulled the door shut.
    “Stay behind me. Don’t even breathe; we can’t afford the noise.”
    Soon a clamor of running footsteps reached their ears, and they heard words shouted in a language Siobhan didn’t understand. The footsteps grew terrifyingly loud as they went right past the closet. There was more shouting, and then the sounds disappeared in the direction of the door she and Cam had left open.
    After a second, Cameron opened the door a crack. Then he opened it wider and stepped out into the hallway.
    “We’ve only got a minute or so. That trick won’t fool them for long,” he whispered.
    With that, he strode purposefully down the hall. Siobhan followed him. She was about to open the first door after the room she’d been held captive in to see if her phone was in there, but Cameron stopped her.
    “The noise of them coming after the scream came from further away. They probably had the phone in the room with them, if it actually is important like you think. Also, when they heard their guy scream, they came right away; they probably didn’t stop to close the door behind them.”
    She followed him past another closed door and when they finally reached a third door — almost to the other side of the building — it was hanging wide open. Cameron went in, and Siobhan followed. Inside was a desk with a chair behind it and two guest chairs in front of it. Some motivational posters with the text in Hebrew but the pictures familiar from their American versions hung on the wall. A laptop computer sat in the center of the desk.
    And Siobhan’s phone sat beside it, plugged into the USB port.
    She darted over to it, yanked it off the cord, and quickly opened it with a thumbprint. She tapped and flicked, and then breathed an audible sigh of relief. She held the screen up for Cameron.
    “My picture,” she whispered.
    He glanced at it briefly. Then both their heads turned towards the door as they heard voices from back down the corridor.
    “This time, we need to go,” he said, and Siobhan did not argue.
    They slipped out the front door instead of the back and onto the streets of Jerusalem. Siobhan was shocked by how normal it seemed after what she had been through these past couple of hours. People were walking down the streets. A car went by. A cat scurried away as they walked near it. They hurried a couple blocks down the street.
    Cameron nodded at an old Honda motorcycle wedged in between two sedans by the side of the street. He fiddled with a couple of things on it, swung his leg over it, pulled it out into the road, and then kicked the starter just once. The engine purred to life.
    “Climb on the back,” he said. “Let’s get you to the authorities.”
    Remembering her encounter with the Israeli soldiers earlier, Siobhan replied, “I’m not really big on the authorities right now. Is there somewhere else we can go?”
     
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    Supervising the dig workers was becoming too frustrating to manage. Sorting