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If
all
went
as
planned
tonight
in
Paris
,
Aringarosa
would
soon
be
in
possession
of
something
that
would
make
him
the
most
powerful
man
in
Christendom
.
Sophie
arrived
breathless
outside
the
large
wooden
doors
of
the
Salle
des
Etats
–
the
room
that
housed
the
Mona
Lisa
.
Before
entering
,
she
gazed
reluctantly
farther
down
the
hall
,
twenty
yards
or
so
,
to
the
spot
where
her
grandfather
’
s
body
still
lay
under
the
spotlight
.
The
remorse
that
gripped
her
was
powerful
and
sudden
,
a
deep
sadness
laced
with
guilt
.
The
man
had
reached
out
to
her
so
many
times
over
the
past
ten
years
,
and
yet
Sophie
had
remained
immovable
–
leaving
his
letters
and
packages
unopened
in
a
bottom
drawer
and
denying
his
efforts
to
see
her
.
He
lied
to
me
!
Kept
appalling
secrets
!
What
was
I
supposed
to
do
?
And
so
she
had
blocked
him
out
.
Completely
.
Now
her
grandfather
was
dead
,
and
he
was
talking
to
her
from
the
grave
.
The
Mona
Lisa
.
She
reached
for
the
huge
wooden
doors
,
and
pushed
.
The
entryway
yawned
open
.
Sophie
stood
on
the
threshold
a
moment
,
scanning
the
large
rectangular
chamber
beyond
.
It
too
was
bathed
in
a
soft
red
light
.
The
Salle
des
Etats
was
one
of
this
museum
’
s
rare
culs
-
de
-
sac
–
a
dead
end
and
the
only
room
off
the
middle
of
the
Grand
Gallery
.
This
door
,
the
chamber
’
s
sole
point
of
entry
,
faced
a
dominating
fifteen
-
foot
Botticelli
on
the
far
wall
.
Beneath
it
,
centered
on
the
parquet
floor
,
an
immense
octagonal
viewing
divan
served
as
a
welcome
respite
for
thousands
of
visitors
to
rest
their
legs
while
they
admired
the
Louvre
’
s
most
valuable
asset
.
Even
before
Sophie
entered
,
though
,
she
knew
she
was
missing
something
.
A
black
light
.
She
gazed
down
the
hall
at
her
grandfather
under
the
lights
in
the
distance
,
surrounded
by
electronic
gear
.
If
he
had
written
anything
in
here
,
he
almost
certainly
would
have
written
it
with
the
watermark
stylus
.
Taking
a
deep
breath
,
Sophie
hurried
down
to
the
well
-
lit
crime
scene
.
Unable
to
look
at
her
grandfather
,
she
focused
solely
on
the
PTS
tools
.
Finding
a
small
ultraviolet
penlight
,
she
slipped
it
in
the
pocket
of
her
sweater
and
hurried
back
up
the
hallway
toward
the
open
doors
of
the
Salle
des
Etats
.
Sophie
turned
the
corner
and
stepped
over
the
threshold
.
Her
entrance
,
however
,
was
met
by
an
unexpected
sound
of
muffled
footsteps
racing
toward
her
from
inside
the
chamber
.
There
’
ssomeone
in
here
!
A
ghostly
figure
emerged
suddenly
from
out
of
the
reddish
haze
.
Sophie
jumped
back
.
