CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Remi huffed back to her room, irritated in the extreme. This man bursts into her lecture, yanks her out of her life, and drags her all over the place looking at crime scenes, and doesn’t even listen to her?
Why couldn’t the police guard every museum? It would only take a couple of officers from each jurisdiction.
Oh, because her idea was only a “hunch.” He wanted results, and he wanted them now.
And that half-hearted apology tacked onto the end of his rudeness was only to motivate her to work harder, as if becoming one of the world’s leading historians had been accomplished without motivation.
Policemen. She knew all their tricks.
Daniel reminded her of her own father. He’d been an officer in the Police Nationale in Paris. He worked the same long hours as Daniel, and
