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«
Long
story
,
»
he
said
,
pulling
his
sleeve
back
down
.
«
I
imagine
it
would
have
to
be
.
»
She
gave
him
a
quick
smile
and
exited
the
rotary
,
heading
due
north
,
away
from
the
city
center
.
Barely
making
two
green
lights
,
she
reached
the
third
intersection
and
took
a
hard
right
onto
Boulevard
Malesherbes
.
They
’
d
left
the
rich
,
tree
-
lined
streets
of
the
diplomatic
neighborhood
and
plunged
into
a
darker
industrial
neighborhood
.
Sophie
took
a
quick
left
,
and
a
moment
later
,
Langdon
realized
where
they
were
.
Gare
Saint
-
Lazare
.
Ahead
of
them
,
the
glass
-
roofed
train
terminal
resembled
the
awkward
offspring
of
an
airplane
hangar
and
a
greenhouse
.
European
train
stations
never
slept
.
Even
at
this
hour
,
a
half
-
dozen
taxi
sidled
near
the
main
entrance
.
Vendors
manned
carts
of
sandwiches
and
mineral
water
while
grungy
kids
in
backpacks
emerged
from
the
station
rubbing
their
eyes
,
looking
around
as
if
trying
to
remember
what
city
they
were
in
now
.
Up
ahead
on
the
street
,
a
couple
of
city
policemen
stood
on
the
curb
giving
directions
to
some
confused
tourists
Sophie
pulled
her
SmartCar
in
behind
the
line
of
taxis
and
parked
in
a
red
zone
despite
plenty
of
legal
parking
across
the
street
.
Before
Langdon
could
ask
what
was
going
on
,
she
was
out
of
the
car
.
She
hurried
to
the
window
of
the
taxi
in
front
of
them
and
began
speaking
to
the
driver
.
As
Langdon
got
out
of
the
SmartCar
,
he
saw
Sophie
hand
the
taxi
driver
a
big
wad
of
cash
.
The
taxi
driver
nodded
and
then
,
to
Langdon
’
s
bewilderment
,
sped
off
without
them
.
«
What
happened
?
»
Langdon
demanded
,
joining
Sophie
on
the
curb
as
the
taxi
disappeared
.
Sophie
was
already
heading
for
the
train
station
entrance
.
«
Come
on
.
We
’
re
buying
two
tickets
on
the
next
train
out
of
Paris
.
»
Langdon
hurried
along
beside
her
.
What
had
begun
as
a
one
-
mile
dash
to
the
U
.
S
.
Embassy
had
now
become
a
full
-
fledged
evacuation
from
Paris
.
Langdon
was
liking
this
idea
less
and
less
.
The
driver
who
collected
Bishop
Aringarosa
from
Leonardo
Da
Vinci
International
Airport
pulled
up
in
a
small
,
unimpressive
black
Fiat
sedan
.
Aringarosa
recalled
a
day
when
all
Vatican
transports
were
big
luxury
cars
that
sported
grille
-
plate
medallions
and
flags
emblazoned
with
the
seal
of
the
Holy
See
.
Those
days
are
gone
.
Vatican
cars
were
now
less
ostentatious
and
almost
always
unmarked
.
The
Vatican
claimed
this
was
to
cut
costs
to
better
serve
their
dioceses
,
but
Aringarosa
suspected
it
was
more
of
a
security
measure
.
The
world
had
gone
mad
,
and
in
many
parts
of
Europe
,
advertising
your
love
of
Jesus
Christ
was
like
painting
a
bull
’
s
-
eye
on
the
roof
of
your
car
.
Bundling
his
black
cassock
around
himself
,
Aringarosa
climbed
into
the
back
seat
and
settled
in
for
the
long
drive
to
Castel
Gandolfo
.
It
would
be
the
same
ride
he
had
taken
five
months
ago
.
Last
year
’
s
trip
to
Rome
,
he
sighed
.
The
longest
night
of
my
life
.
