He leaned against the doorframe and yawned. “How long have I been out?” “Five hours,” said Drake, glancing at the screen of his smartphone. “It’s seven A.M.” Nick’s eyes widened. He had intended to sleep for an hour, ninety minutes at the most. Rami removed his spectacles and gave him a knowing smile. “How do you feel? Rested?” “Woozy. What did you put in that soup besides beans?” The professor waved his glasses in the air. “Oh, this and that. A few spices, some poppy-seed oil.” “Poppy seed. You drugged us?” “I helped you get the rest you needed. I gave you the same soup I eat to help with my insomnia. Poppy-seed oil is a common ingredient in Egyptian culinary arts.” “Opium?” Drake looked from Nick to the professor and back again. He pointed at his teammate.
