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It
was
then
that
he
saw
her
.
A
crumpled
heap
near
the
back
of
the
church
.
Vittoria
!
Her
bare
legs
were
twisted
beneath
her
,
but
Langdon
sensed
somehow
that
she
was
breathing
.
He
had
no
time
to
help
her
.
Immediately
,
the
killer
rounded
the
pews
on
the
far
left
of
the
church
and
bore
relentlessly
down
.
Langdon
knew
in
a
heartbeat
it
was
over
.
The
killer
raised
the
weapon
,
and
Langdon
did
the
only
thing
he
could
do
.
He
rolled
his
body
over
the
banister
into
the
niche
.
As
he
hit
the
floor
on
the
other
side
,
the
marble
columns
of
the
balustrade
exploded
in
a
storm
of
bullets
.
Langdon
felt
like
a
cornered
animal
as
he
scrambled
deeper
into
the
semicircular
niche
.
Rising
before
him
,
the
niche
’
s
sole
contents
seemed
ironically
apropos
—
a
single
sarcophagus
.
Mine
perhaps
,
Langdon
thought
.
Even
the
casket
itself
seemed
fitting
.
It
was
a
scаtola
—
a
small
,
unadorned
,
marble
box
.
Burial
on
a
budget
.
The
casket
was
raised
off
the
floor
on
two
marble
blocks
,
and
Langdon
eyed
the
opening
beneath
it
,
wondering
if
he
could
slide
through
.
Footsteps
echoed
behind
him
.
With
no
other
option
in
sight
,
Langdon
pressed
himself
to
the
floor
and
slithered
toward
the
casket
.
Grabbing
the
two
marble
supports
,
one
with
each
hand
,
he
pulled
like
a
breaststroker
,
dragging
his
torso
into
the
opening
beneath
the
tomb
.
The
gun
went
off
.
Accompanying
the
roar
of
the
gun
,
Langdon
felt
a
sensation
he
had
never
felt
in
his
life
…
a
bullet
sailing
past
his
flesh
.
There
was
a
hiss
of
wind
,
like
the
backlash
of
a
whip
,
as
the
bullet
just
missed
him
and
exploded
in
the
marble
with
a
puff
of
dust
.
Blood
surging
,
Langdon
heaved
his
body
the
rest
of
the
way
beneath
the
casket
.
Scrambling
across
the
marble
floor
,
he
pulled
himself
out
from
beneath
the
casket
and
to
the
other
side
.
Dead
end
.
Langdon
was
now
face
to
face
with
the
rear
wall
of
the
niche
.
He
had
no
doubt
that
this
tiny
space
behind
the
tomb
would
become
his
grave
.
And
soon
,
he
realized
,
as
he
saw
the
barrel
of
the
gun
appear
in
the
opening
beneath
the
sarcophagus
.
The
Hassassin
held
the
weapon
parallel
with
the
floor
,
pointing
directly
at
Langdon
’
s
midsection
.
