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Where
the
hell
is
Vittoria
?
She
had
disappeared
.
Did
she
go
for
help
?
Langdon
screamed
out
her
name
,
but
there
was
no
response
.
And
where
is
Olivetti
!
There
was
a
howl
of
pain
from
above
,
and
Langdon
sensed
he
was
already
too
late
.
As
his
eyes
went
skyward
again
and
saw
the
slowly
roasting
victim
,
Langdon
had
thoughts
for
only
one
thing
.
Water
.
Lots
of
it
.
Put
out
the
fire
.
At
least
lower
the
flames
.
"
I
need
water
,
damn
it
!
"
he
yelled
out
loud
.
"
That
’
s
next
,
"
a
voice
growled
from
the
back
of
the
church
.
Langdon
wheeled
,
almost
falling
off
the
pews
.
Striding
up
the
side
aisle
directly
toward
him
came
a
dark
monster
of
a
man
.
Even
in
the
glow
of
the
fire
,
his
eyes
burned
black
.
Langdon
recognized
the
gun
in
his
hand
as
the
one
from
his
own
jacket
pocket
…
the
one
Vittoria
had
been
carrying
when
they
came
in
.
The
sudden
wave
of
panic
that
rose
in
Langdon
was
a
frenzy
of
disjunct
fears
.
His
initial
instinct
was
for
Vittoria
.
What
had
this
animal
done
to
her
?
Was
she
hurt
?
Or
worse
?
In
the
same
instant
,
Langdon
realized
the
man
overhead
was
screaming
louder
.
The
cardinal
would
die
.
Helping
him
now
was
impossible
.
Then
,
as
the
Hassassin
leveled
the
gun
at
Langdon
’
s
chest
,
Langdon
’
s
panic
turned
inward
,
his
senses
on
overload
.
He
reacted
on
instinct
as
the
shot
went
off
.
Launching
off
the
bench
,
Langdon
sailed
arms
first
over
the
sea
of
church
pews
.
When
he
hit
the
pews
,
he
hit
harder
than
he
had
imagined
,
immediately
rolling
to
the
floor
.
The
marble
cushioned
his
fall
with
all
the
grace
of
cold
steel
.
Footsteps
closed
to
his
right
Langdon
turned
his
body
toward
the
front
of
the
church
and
began
scrambling
for
his
life
beneath
the
pews
.
High
above
the
chapel
floor
,
Cardinal
Guidera
endured
his
last
torturous
moments
of
consciousness
.
As
he
looked
down
the
length
of
his
naked
body
,
he
saw
the
skin
on
his
legs
begin
to
blister
and
peel
away
.
I
am
in
hell
,
he
decided
.
God
,
why
hast
thou
forsaken
me
?
He
knew
this
must
be
hell
because
he
was
looking
at
the
brand
on
his
chest
upside
down
…
and
yet
,
as
if
by
the
devil
’
s
magic
,
the
word
made
perfect
sense
.
Three
ballotings
.
No
Pope
.
