CHAPTER THIRTY TWO
Georgetown University, the next day
Remi didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.
Sitting in her office with the door closed for privacy, she had just gotten an email from Francesco Costa, the self-styled “most famous astrologer in Sicily.”
“Dear Dr. Laurent,
I have just cast a horoscope based on the photographs of the four paintings you provided. This took quite some time, as I had to base my findings not on the modern science of astrology, but on the superstitions of the century in which they were painted.
“They do, as you suggested, provide a date for the Apocalypse. I do not know if you are a religious woman and whether such a date would hold any significance to you, but I am a devout Catholic. Despite the criticisms of the Church, I do not see a contradiction betw
