CHAPTER THIRTEEN
This was not how Remi expected to return to Paris. She had imagined a little crowd of friends and colleagues giving her a party after a productive year at Georgetown and a triumphant return to the Sorbonne. Instead, she had told no one, and was red-eyed and sleepless after an overnight flight that got them into Paris early in the morning.
She was not headed to the Sorbonne, and she was not headed to an apartment of her own. Remi had ended her lease and put her things in storage before she had set off for the United States, and thus had no home in Paris to go to. Instead, she was headed to a cheap hotel in the company of an FBI agent. It all made her feel like a foreign visitor to her own country.
Sleepy, she stared blankly out the window of the taxi taking them from the
