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«
I
have
a
little
problem
,
»
the
bank
president
said
,
sounding
distressed
.
«
I
need
your
help
right
away
.
»
You
have
more
than
a
little
problem
,
the
manager
thought
.
The
police
had
entirely
surrounded
the
bank
and
were
threatening
to
have
the
DCPJ
captain
himself
show
up
with
the
warrant
the
bank
had
demanded
.
«
How
can
I
help
you
,
sir
?
»
«
Armored
truck
number
three
.
I
need
to
find
it
.
»
Puzzled
,
the
manager
checked
his
delivery
schedule
.
«
It
’
s
here
.
Downstairs
at
the
loading
dock
.
»
«
Actually
,
no
.
The
truck
was
stolen
by
the
two
individuals
the
police
are
tracking
.
»
«
What
?
How
did
they
drive
out
?
»
«
I
can
’
t
go
into
the
specifics
on
the
phone
,
but
we
have
a
situation
here
that
could
potentially
be
extremely
unfortunate
for
the
bank
.
»
«
What
do
you
need
me
to
do
,
sir
?
»
«
I
’
d
like
you
to
activate
the
truck
’
s
emergency
transponder
.
»
The
night
manager
’
s
eyes
moved
to
the
LoJack
control
box
across
the
room
.
Like
many
armored
cars
,
each
of
the
bank
’
s
trucks
had
been
equipped
with
a
radio
-
controlled
homing
device
,
which
could
be
activated
remotely
from
the
bank
.
The
manager
had
only
used
the
emergency
system
once
,
after
a
hijacking
,
and
it
had
worked
flawlessly
–
locating
the
truck
and
transmitting
the
coordinates
to
the
authorities
automatically
.
Tonight
,
however
,
the
manager
had
the
impression
the
president
was
hoping
for
a
bit
more
prudence
«
Sir
,
you
are
aware
that
if
I
activate
the
LoJack
system
,
the
transponder
will
simultaneously
inform
the
authorities
that
we
have
a
problem
.
»
Vernet
was
silent
for
several
seconds
.
«
Yes
,
I
know
.
Do
it
anyway
.
Truck
number
three
.
I
’
ll
hold
.
I
need
the
exact
location
of
that
truck
the
instant
you
have
it
.
»
«
Right
away
,
sir
.
»
Thirty
seconds
later
,
forty
kilometers
away
,
hidden
in
the
undercarriage
of
the
armored
truck
,
a
tiny
transponder
blinked
to
life
.
As
Langdon
and
Sophie
drove
the
armored
truck
up
the
winding
,
poplar
-
lined
driveway
toward
the
house
,
Sophie
could
already
feel
her
muscles
relaxing
.
It
was
a
relief
to
be
off
the
road
,
and
she
could
think
of
few
safer
places
to
get
their
feet
under
them
than
this
private
,
gated
estate
owned
by
a
good
-
natured
foreigner
.
