The Stolen Queen

Charlotte had been four years old when the discovery captivated the world, and she decided then and there that finding buried treasure would be her life goal. Just before six o’clock, she came upon Frederick outside the door to the staff offices, watching a group of women assembled around the Cerulean Queen. “Docent drama time.” He nodded in the direction of one of the docents in training who stood nervously beside the sculpture. Tonight, for the first time in her life, Annie had been physically threatened, certain that she and Charlotte were about to be killed, but no one cared at all. They spoke of people they knew in common and the gossip of the museum world in general before Charlotte finally brought up Ma’at.