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It
had
been
10
A
.
M
.
in
the
Balearic
Islands
when
Kohler
’
s
call
came
through
.
Your
father
has
been
murdered
.
Come
home
immediately
.
Despite
the
sweltering
heat
on
the
deck
of
the
dive
boat
,
the
words
had
chilled
her
to
the
bone
,
Kohler
’
s
emotionless
tone
hurting
as
much
as
the
news
.
Now
she
had
returned
home
.
But
home
to
what
?
CERN
,
her
world
since
she
was
twelve
,
seemed
suddenly
foreign
.
Her
father
,
the
man
who
had
made
it
magical
,
was
gone
.
Deep
breaths
,
she
told
herself
,
but
she
couldn
’
t
calm
her
mind
.
The
questions
circled
faster
and
faster
.
Who
killed
her
father
?
And
why
?
Who
was
this
American
"
specialist
"
?
Why
was
Kohler
insisting
on
seeing
the
lab
?
Kohler
had
said
there
was
evidence
that
her
father
’
s
murder
was
related
to
the
current
project
.
What
evidence
?
Nobody
knew
what
we
were
working
on
!
And
even
if
someone
found
out
,
why
would
they
kill
him
?
As
she
moved
down
the
LHC
tunnel
toward
her
father
’
s
lab
,
Vittoria
realized
she
was
about
to
unveil
her
father
’
s
greatest
achievement
without
him
there
.
She
had
pictured
this
moment
much
differently
.
She
had
imagined
her
father
calling
CERN
’
s
top
scientists
to
his
lab
,
showing
them
his
discovery
,
watching
their
awestruck
faces
.
Then
he
would
beam
with
fatherly
pride
as
he
explained
to
them
how
it
had
been
one
of
Vittoria
’
s
ideas
that
had
helped
him
make
the
project
a
reality
…
that
his
daughter
had
been
integral
in
his
breakthrough
.
Vittoria
felt
a
lump
in
her
throat
.
My
father
and
I
were
supposed
to
share
this
moment
together
.
But
here
she
was
alone
.
No
colleagues
.
No
happy
faces
.
Just
an
American
stranger
and
Maximilian
Kohler
.
Maximilian
Kohler
.
Der
König
.
Even
as
a
child
,
Vittoria
had
disliked
the
man
.
Although
she
eventually
came
to
respect
his
potent
intellect
,
his
icy
demeanor
always
seemed
inhuman
,
the
exact
antithesis
of
her
father
’
s
warmth
.
Kohler
pursued
science
for
its
immaculate
logic
…
her
father
for
its
spiritual
wonder
.
And
yet
oddly
there
had
always
seemed
to
be
an
unspoken
respect
between
the
two
men
.
Genius
,
someone
had
once
explained
to
her
,
accepts
genius
unconditionally
.
Genius
,
she
thought
.
My
father
…
Dad
.
Dead
.
