CHAPTER ELEVEN
Remi sat in front of her computer researching the painting by Jacob van der Veer. This was, she realized, not much different than a usual workday at Georgetown or the Sorbonne. When she wasn’t burrowing into some dusty old archive, she was in front of a computer, researching old art or working on an academic paper.
The only difference now was that she was in a hotel room in New York City researching a painting that was stolen in a murder case.
And that made all the difference.
It had turned her research from a soothing intellectual stimulus into an exciting and far more important quest.
It was only a few hours after Daniel had arrested Azad Sahakian, and the art dealer was already out on bail. Daniel had explained to her that usually murder suspects weren’t let out on b
