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Vittoria
said
nothing
,
but
Langdon
felt
her
grip
tighten
.
He
was
still
carrying
the
gun
.
He
hoped
Vittoria
would
not
decide
she
needed
it
.
He
could
not
imagine
her
whipping
out
a
weapon
in
St
.
Peter
’
s
Square
and
blowing
away
the
kneecaps
of
some
killer
while
the
global
media
looked
on
.
Then
again
,
an
incident
like
that
would
be
nothing
compared
to
the
branding
and
murder
of
a
cardinal
out
here
.
Air
,
Langdon
thought
.
The
second
element
of
science
.
He
tried
to
picture
the
brand
.
The
method
of
murder
.
Again
he
scanned
the
sprawling
expanse
of
granite
beneath
his
feet
—
St
.
Peter
’
s
Square
—
an
open
desert
surrounded
by
Swiss
Guard
.
If
the
Hassassin
really
dared
attempt
this
,
Langdon
could
not
imagine
how
he
would
escape
.
In
the
center
of
the
piazza
rose
Caligula
’
s
350
-
ton
Egyptian
obelisk
.
It
stretched
eighty
-
one
feet
skyward
to
the
pyramidal
apex
onto
which
was
affixed
a
hollow
iron
cross
.
Sufficiently
high
to
catch
the
last
of
the
evening
sun
,
the
cross
shone
as
if
magic
…
purportedly
containing
relics
of
the
cross
on
which
Christ
was
crucified
.
Two
fountains
flanked
the
obelisk
in
perfect
symmetry
.
Art
historians
knew
the
fountains
marked
the
exact
geometric
focal
points
of
Bernini
’
s
elliptical
piazza
,
but
it
was
an
architectural
oddity
Langdon
had
never
really
considered
until
today
.
It
seemed
Rome
was
suddenly
filled
with
ellipses
,
pyramids
,
and
startling
geometry
.
As
they
neared
the
obelisk
,
Vittoria
slowed
.
She
exhaled
heavily
,
as
if
coaxing
Langdon
to
relax
along
with
her
.
Langdon
made
the
effort
,
lowering
his
shoulders
and
loosening
his
clenched
jaw
.
Somewhere
around
the
obelisk
,
boldly
positioned
outside
the
largest
church
in
the
world
,
was
the
second
altar
of
science
—
Bernini
’
s
West
Ponente
—
an
elliptical
block
in
St
.
Peter
’
s
Square
.
Gunther
Glick
watched
from
the
shadows
of
the
pillars
surrounding
St
.
Peter
’
s
Square
.
On
any
other
day
the
man
in
the
tweed
jacket
and
the
woman
in
khaki
shorts
would
not
have
interested
him
in
the
least
.
They
appeared
to
be
nothing
but
tourists
enjoying
the
square
.
But
today
was
not
any
other
day
.
Today
had
been
a
day
of
phone
tips
,
corpses
,
unmarked
cars
racing
through
Rome
,
and
men
in
tweed
jackets
climbing
scaffolding
in
search
of
God
only
knew
what
.
Glick
would
stay
with
them
.
He
looked
out
across
the
square
and
saw
Macri
.
She
was
exactly
where
he
had
told
her
to
go
,
on
the
far
side
of
the
couple
,
hovering
on
their
flank
.
Macri
carried
her
video
camera
casually
,
but
despite
her
imitation
of
a
bored
member
of
the
press
,
she
stood
out
more
than
Glick
would
have
liked
.
No
other
reporters
were
in
this
far
corner
of
the
square
,
and
the
acronym
"
BBC
"
stenciled
on
her
camera
was
drawing
some
looks
from
tourists
The
tape
Macri
had
shot
earlier
of
the
naked
body
dumped
in
the
trunk
was
playing
at
this
very
moment
on
the
VCR
transmitter
back
in
the
van
.
Glick
knew
the
images
were
sailing
over
his
head
right
now
en
route
to
London
.
He
wondered
what
editorial
would
say
.
