CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Remi had moved from one frustration to another. While she no longer had to deal with Daniel’s mother, now she had to deal with the bureaucracy of the Metropolitan Police.
As soon as they had left his mother, Daniel had called Detective Chief Inspector Connor, the detective who had come over to the St. Pancras the night before. While he was sympathetic to the fact that they were dealing with three murders of UK nationals, he was less open to the idea of secret Templar codes and the existence of a group of modern-day knights guarding the Holy Grail.
“Who’s smoking the c******s, the suspects or you?” he said over speaker phone.
Remi was beginning to realize that sometimes telling the local police less than the whole story often worked better than being totally honest.
He
