CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Remi rubbed gritty eyes and sipped an espresso in the same lounge they had been keeping vigil in all night.
As Daniel’s mother had suggested, they had found a pair of cramped and dirty hotel rooms nearby and took turns catching a few hours of sleep while the other kept watch in the St. Pancras. Remi hadn’t slept well. Her room was poorly ventilated and smelled of mildew. She suspected the rooms at the St. Pancras smelled of roses.
Not that Vivian Carter got to enjoy a night’s sleep either. Remi and Daniel checked on her regularly throughout the night, and she had stayed up through dawn, translating the Latin code into English.
This made Remi wonder at her motivation. Had she worked ten hours straight after a full workday entirely out of professional interest and pride?
