CHAPTER TEN
An hour later, in the waiting room of the local precinct, Daniel crossed his arms, anger simmering inside him, and glared at Professor Laurent.
“What the hell did you think you were doing?” he demanded.
The professor looked equal parts abashed, shocked, and defiant. She twiddled a cup of the horrible coffee that it was traditional to give everyone who entered a police station. She had a bruise on her temple from where the security guard hit her.
“I couldn’t sit by while you arrested him,” she said, looking at the floor. “I needed to talk with him first.”
“This is a serial killer; you don’t just sit down and have a friendly little chat about history!”
The professor’s eyes sparked. “This is more than a ‘little chat;’ it’s one of the biggest mysteries of European civilizatio
