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The
walkie
-
talkie
was
barely
audible
now
over
the
alarm
.
«
He
must
be
in
a
car
!
I
think
he
’
s
in
a
car
!
I
can
’
t
–
«
Collet
’
s
words
were
swallowed
by
the
alarm
as
Fache
finally
burst
into
the
men
’
s
room
with
his
gun
drawn
.
Wincing
against
the
piercing
shrill
,
he
scanned
the
area
.
The
stalls
were
empty
.
The
bathroom
deserted
.
Fache
’
s
eyes
moved
immediately
to
the
shattered
window
at
the
far
end
of
the
room
.
He
ran
to
the
opening
and
looked
over
the
edge
.
Langdon
was
nowhere
to
be
seen
.
Fache
could
not
imagine
anyone
risking
a
stunt
like
this
.
Certainly
if
he
had
dropped
that
far
,
he
would
be
badly
injured
.
The
alarm
cut
off
finally
,
and
Collet
’
s
voice
became
audible
again
over
the
walkie
-
talkie
.
«
…
moving
south
…
faster
…
crossing
the
Seine
on
Pont
du
Carrousel
!
»
Fache
turned
to
his
left
.
The
only
vehicle
on
Pont
du
Carrousel
was
an
enormous
twin
-
bed
Trailor
delivery
truck
moving
southward
away
from
the
Louvre
.
The
truck
’
s
open
-
air
bed
was
covered
with
a
vinyl
tarp
,
roughly
resembling
a
giant
hammock
.
Fache
felt
a
shiver
of
apprehension
.
That
truck
,
only
moments
ago
,
had
probably
been
stopped
at
a
red
light
directly
beneath
the
rest
room
window
.
An
insane
risk
,
Fache
told
himself
.
Langdon
had
no
way
of
knowing
what
the
truck
was
carrying
beneath
that
tarp
.
What
if
the
truck
were
carrying
steel
?
Or
cement
?
Or
even
garbage
?
A
forty
-
foot
leap
?
It
was
madness
.
«
The
dot
is
turning
!
»
Collet
called
.
«
He
’
s
turning
right
on
Pont
des
Saints
-
Peres
!
»
Sure
enough
,
the
Trailor
truck
that
had
crossed
the
bridge
was
slowing
down
and
making
a
right
turn
onto
Pont
des
Saints
-
Peres
.
So
be
it
,
Fache
thought
.
Amazed
,
he
watched
the
truck
disappear
around
the
corner
.
Collet
was
already
radioing
the
agents
outside
,
pulling
them
off
the
Louvre
perimeter
and
sending
them
to
their
patrol
cars
in
pursuit
,
all
the
while
broadcasting
the
truck
’
s
changing
location
like
some
kind
of
bizarre
play
-
by
-
play
.
It
’
s
over
,
Fache
knew
.
His
men
would
have
the
truck
surrounded
within
minutes
.
Langdon
was
not
going
anywhere
.
Stowing
his
weapon
,
Fache
exited
the
rest
room
and
radioed
Collet
.
«
Bring
my
car
around
.
I
want
to
be
there
when
we
make
the
arrest
.
»
