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Vittoria
stepped
up
to
the
device
and
carefully
aligned
her
right
eye
with
a
protruding
lens
that
looked
like
a
telescope
.
Then
she
pressed
a
button
.
Inside
the
machine
,
something
clicked
.
A
shaft
of
light
oscillated
back
and
forth
,
scanning
her
eyeball
like
a
copy
machine
.
"
It
’
s
a
retina
scan
,
"
she
said
.
"
Infallible
security
.
Authorized
for
two
retina
patterns
only
.
Mine
and
my
father
’
s
.
"
Robert
Langdon
stood
in
horrified
revelation
.
The
image
of
Leonardo
Vetra
came
back
in
grisly
detail
—
the
bloody
face
,
the
solitary
hazel
eye
staring
back
,
and
the
empty
eye
socket
.
He
tried
to
reject
the
obvious
truth
,
but
then
he
saw
it
…
beneath
the
scanner
on
the
white
tile
floor
…
faint
droplets
of
crimson
.
Dried
blood
.
Vittoria
,
thankfully
,
did
not
notice
.
The
steel
door
slid
open
and
she
walked
through
.
Kohler
fixed
Langdon
with
an
adamant
stare
.
His
message
was
clear
:
As
I
told
you
…
the
missing
eye
serves
a
higher
purpose
.
The
woman
’
s
hands
were
tied
,
her
wrists
now
purple
and
swollen
from
chafing
.
The
mahogany
-
skinned
Hassassin
lay
beside
her
,
spent
,
admiring
his
naked
prize
.
He
wondered
if
her
current
slumber
was
just
a
deception
,
a
pathetic
attempt
to
avoid
further
service
to
him
.
He
did
not
care
.
He
had
reaped
sufficient
reward
.
Sated
,
he
sat
up
in
bed
.
In
his
country
women
were
possessions
.
Weak
.
Tools
of
pleasure
.
Chattel
to
be
traded
like
livestock
.
And
they
understood
their
place
.
But
here
,
in
Europe
,
women
feigned
a
strength
and
independence
that
both
amused
and
excited
him
.
Forcing
them
into
physical
submission
was
a
gratification
he
always
enjoyed
.
Now
,
despite
the
contentment
in
his
loins
,
the
Hassassin
sensed
another
appetite
growing
within
him
.
He
had
killed
last
night
,
killed
and
mutilated
,
and
for
him
killing
was
like
heroin
…
each
encounter
satisfying
only
temporarily
before
increasing
his
longing
for
more
.
The
exhilaration
had
worn
off
.
The
craving
had
returned
.
