The morning mist had yet to disperse when police sirens tore through the tranquility of the Seine Riverbank. Three police cordons were set up outside the Louvre's glass pyramid, and police helicopters hovered at low altitude, their downdrafts sending reporters' berets flying.
The morning in the French countryside was a bit chilly. Erin, wrapped in a camel-colored cashmere coat, leaned against a bench in the Tuileries Garden, her fingertips swiping across a tablet screen. Although she was well-versed in Classical Alchemy, she was also very fond of modern electronic devices. They were two distinct forms of creation, each with its own merits.
