CHAPTER SEVEN
Remi pulled into the parking lot, hands sweating as she gripped the steering wheel. This was the closest she had ever come to her life’s goal. Could one of the keys to the cryptex really be inside this building?
The Twenty-First Century Museum of Culture stood on the edges of Washington, D.C.’s tourist and governmental center in an older commercial district of brick buildings built a hundred years before. Just to the south, the neighborhood grew worse and worse. One didn’t have to drive far to get to the slums.
Remi had never been here. She’d been warned about the dangers of a lone woman coming to this neighborhood. Cyril had never suggested a trip to the city’s newest museum.
The reason a city already rich with cultural institutions, including the world-famous Smithsonia
