CHAPTER NINETEEN
Remi left the meeting with Father Ambrogio feeling as frustrated as Daniel appeared to be. They had gotten few real answers and a lot more questions. FBI work was much like historical research that way, except with historical research you don’t generally end up with a pile of dead bodies.
They stood on the sidewalk outside the church, hesitating since they weren’t sure what to do next.
“I need to go back to that library,” Remi said. “Now that we know the tattoos point to the location of the book, I know better what to look for. I’m going to look for books on the organization itself. Having survived for so many centuries, some member must have written up a history of it. Probably several histories. Perhaps they’ll give some indication.”
“You got attacked in that library
