“What the hell, Mike?!” I was livid. “That was a very important conversation with some very important people you just interrupted.”
It was chilly out on the terrance, the noise of the party inside permeated the walls behind them.
“I’m sure it was electrifying, but it’ll have to wait.” He dug a cigarette from a crumpled pack and lit it. “How much do you know about history? Egyptian, specifically.”
Oh god, I thought, he’s been drinking. “Why would I know anything about Egyptian history?”
He shrugged. “Figured you might, seeing as this town is named for a dead Egyptian city and all. Did you know when a new king came to power back then, they’d go around chiseling out the names of people they didn’t like? They’d even pull the heads off their rival’s statues. All out of spite.”
“What does any of that have to do with me, Mike?”
The cigarette hung from his lips, burning.
“They just unsealed a whole bunch of indictments. You’re name’s on a lot of them.” He dropped his cigarette and stomped it out. “There’s a new king, and he’s looking to chisel out some names and take a few heads.
“Happy birthday, Senator.”
I’m sure at some point in Memphis history, some one’s made the connection between pharaohs wiping out the historic records of their predecessors and a similar activity here in Memphis. If not, I suggest one of you get on that post haste.