CHAPTER TWENTY
Remi had been in the library for a couple of hours now, and still hadn’t found even the hint of a clue as to the significance of the tattoos.
Perhaps Daniel was right. Perhaps that’s the one topic they didn’t include in this library.
It didn’t help her concentration that she kept looking around her, searching for that burly priest who had chased her the previous night. The man at the next desk had looked at her curiously more than once.
Remi sat in the middle of the rotunda on the ground floor, the most visible and busiest spot in the library. The Greek Orthodox priest was here again, absentmindedly stroking his long black beard while studying a manuscript written in Old Church Slavonic. Not far off was a wizened old stick of a man, his bald head mottled with age spots,
