Of all the things Devin was bad with it was people. He was good at charming them, persuading them, and ever entertaining them, but getting them was something he had never grasped. It was this inability that usually led him into questionable situations. Be it a poor choice in company or a poor choice in business partners. For that reason he wasn’t skeptical when things went his way. He was downright paranoid. He also wasn’t that good at cards, but he knew never to give up your hand and that included what he was looking for. 

The woman was more than a challenge to understand as they left the room and then the entire museum all of which seemed to be too good to be true. Here and there he gave an off handed comment until he was outside about getting back to the insurance company. He wasn’t too far gone to forget to say goodbye to the front desk person who helped him earlier, but after that he quickly made his exit with the woman following after him. Devin started to tense up as he saw a large amount of security in his future. Instead it was most questions. 

“Sure I did my name is Matthew Keller.” Devin said with far less confidence as was common for him. The woman then brought up a debt between them which made Devin even more nervous. Had he found another treasure hunter? He thought she was s dig head with archaeology as a passion and only the next fact, but if money was on her mind she was even more confusing. When she stepped into her taxi Devin took a quick look around and froze for a moment. 

The face he saw across the street was one he wouldn’t forget. When you owe someone as much money as Devin did and he knew what they do to collect you don’t make it a habit of forgetting their face. Without thinking of the next minute he jumped into the car and gave the driver the address to the nearest busy market street he could think of. “To the Grand Bazaar” He said. Over 2 million people visit the famous market in Istanbul’s old district if someone was following you it was likely one of the best places to start. 

“I don’t know what you are after beautiful, but I can tell you right now unless it is trouble I wouldn’t recommend following me.” Devin didn’t mean anything threatening by this. In fact a threat from Devin was about as dangerous as a care bear. It was part of the reason he was so bad at cards. Looking into his bag he grabbed the compass and his notebook. Unknown to him his passport fell out and onto the car floor. 

In the journal he started writing down Alexandria. When he jumps into his journal, but at least this time he was aware of his companion. “I want you to know I am not looking to steal anything. I wasn’t interested in the map, but what was underneath it. IF you want to report me or think I stole anything you can search me after we lose the unwanted attention. That said the less you know about me the better for me.” Devin looked up but then quickly back at his journal which he flipped over to a map of the Middle East with indiscernible notes and numbers. “Sure you understand love. 

Passport says Devil Coal ; From Seattle : Washington ; Age : 28 It shows travel throughout the world save for Antarctica.