CHAPTER TWELVE
One whole day, Remi fumed as she sat in a cramped economy seat on a 747 flying across the Atlantic.
They had wasted an entire day getting approval through the grinding bureaucracy of the FBI and Interpol. By this time, the killer could be anywhere. He might have even killed again.
How can these bureaucratic fools hold up a murder investigation for a full day while they fill out forms? No wonder so many international criminals got away with their crimes.
And the wasted day had allowed the media to catch up. The story of a murder of an art dealer by a man in full armor went viral, with numerous photos of him circulating on the Internet. The French media was abuzz with speculation, and the international media had picked it up too.
Dyson’s business enterprises had been obli
