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He
wished
he
and
Macri
had
reached
the
body
sooner
,
before
the
army
of
plainclothed
soldiers
had
intervened
.
The
same
army
,
he
knew
,
had
now
fanned
out
and
surrounded
this
piazza
.
Something
big
was
about
to
happen
.
The
media
is
the
right
arm
of
anarchy
,
the
killer
had
said
.
Glick
wondered
if
he
had
missed
his
chance
for
a
big
scoop
.
He
looked
out
at
the
other
media
vans
in
the
distance
and
watched
Macri
tailing
the
mysterious
couple
across
the
piazza
.
Something
told
Glick
he
was
still
in
the
game
…
Langdon
saw
what
he
was
looking
for
a
good
ten
yards
before
they
reached
it
.
Through
the
scattered
tourists
,
the
white
marble
ellipse
of
Bernini
’
s
West
Ponente
stood
out
against
the
gray
granite
cubes
that
made
up
the
rest
of
the
piazza
.
Vittoria
apparently
saw
it
too
.
Her
hand
tensed
.
"
Relax
,
"
Langdon
whispered
.
"
Do
your
piranha
thing
.
"
Vittoria
loosened
her
grip
.
As
they
drew
nearer
,
everything
seemed
forbiddingly
normal
.
Tourists
wandered
,
nuns
chatted
along
the
perimeter
of
the
piazza
,
a
girl
fed
pigeons
at
the
base
of
the
obelisk
.
Langdon
refrained
from
checking
his
watch
.
He
knew
it
was
almost
time
.
The
elliptical
stone
arrived
beneath
their
feet
,
and
Langdon
and
Vittoria
slowed
to
a
stop
—
not
overeagerly
—
just
two
tourists
pausing
dutifully
at
a
point
of
mild
interest
.
"
West
Ponente
,
"
Vittoria
said
,
reading
the
inscription
on
the
stone
.
Langdon
gazed
down
at
the
marble
relief
and
felt
suddenly
naive
.
Not
in
his
art
books
,
not
in
his
numerous
trips
to
Rome
,
not
ever
had
West
Ponente
’
s
significance
jumped
out
at
him
.
