Michael Asher has produced a "page turner." Embark chapter one to be swept along at a gallop and larded with humour to the conclusion. This is predictable and incredible but still enjoyably spectacular. Sammy Rashid is a Special Investigations Detective living in Cairo. After the murder of an apogee of scholastic intelligence who was also a US Governmental Adviser, he is called on to co-operate with female representative, Daisy Brooke, of the FBI. The sexual interaction is stereotypical, but compensation comes in some memorable throwaway lines in their dialogue. Sammy has minor psychic gifts enhanced by his childhood in the desert which create an interweaving sub plot connected, when he was a child, to the disappearance of his American father. Written evocatively, the tale loops through the sinister back streets of Cairo, sharing the seedy night life of criminals then into the aridest areas of the Sahara desert. It steadily peels layer upon layer from the character of Sammy Rashid. Meanwhile, Daisy is not all she seems. Asher's writing style is such that he has lifted the whole of Egypt from its present environs to the United States. All the accents and the players' thoughts are strictly Midwest. After the initial shock of a native born Egyptian saying, "Let's grab a soda," or "sonofabitch", acceptance of the style adds to the humour. Where this book is outstanding is in its treatment of the Egyptian myths, legends and mysteries which continue to beguile historians. Even within the context of a novel, Asher's enchantment with the subject shines through providing yet another strand to superbly enhance the narrative. Egyptophiles will happily wallow in his analysis of the conundrum of the Great Pyramid, using Sammy's voice; others will decide to visit the great Egyptian repositories like the British Museum or better still visit the real thing.