CHAPTER SIX
Keiko Ochiai, Assistant Director of the Antiquities Division, was not what Remi had expected.
She had imagined Daniel’s boss to be some square-jawed older man who looked like a marine and swore like a sailor.
Instead she found herself talking to an immaculately dressed Japanese-American woman. She didn’t look any older than Remi, which meant that she was just as devoted to, and successful in, her line of work as Remi was to hers.
They sat in comfortable chairs in a spacious corner office. A large window overlooked a garden. Artful black and white photos on the walls showed horses and cattle and Asian ranch hands.
“I want to congratulate you on your fine work with the Cryptex Killer case,” Assistant Director Ochiai said in a surprising Texas drawl. “And thank you for helpin
