Код да Винчи

Chapter 18

           

           Thealarmcutofffinally,andCollet’svoicebecameaudibleagainoverthewalkie-talkie.«…movingsouth…faster…crossingtheSeineonPontduCarrousel!»Facheturnedtohisleft.TheonlyvehicleonPontduCarrouselwasanenormoustwin-bedTrailordeliverytruckmovingsouthwardawayfromtheLouvre.Thetruck’sopen-airbedwascoveredwithavinyltarp,roughlyresemblingagianthammock.Fachefeltashiverofapprehension.Thattruck,onlymomentsago,hadprobablybeenstoppedataredlightdirectlybeneaththerestroomwindow.

           Aninsanerisk,Fachetoldhimself.Langdonhadnowayofknowingwhatthetruckwascarryingbeneaththattarp.Whatifthetruckwerecarryingsteel?Orcement?Orevengarbage?Aforty-footleap?Itwasmadness.

           «Thedotisturning!»Colletcalled.«He’sturningrightonPontdesSaints-Peres!»

           Sureenough,theTrailortruckthathadcrossedthebridgewasslowingdownandmakingarightturnontoPontdesSaints-Peres.Sobeit,Fachethought.Amazed,hewatchedthetruckdisappeararoundthecorner.Colletwasalreadyradioingtheagentsoutside,pullingthemofftheLouvreperimeterandsendingthemtotheirpatrolcarsinpursuit,allthewhilebroadcastingthetruck’schanginglocationlikesomekindofbizarreplay-by-play.

           It’sover,Facheknew.Hismenwouldhavethetrucksurroundedwithinminutes.Langdonwasnotgoinganywhere.

           Stowinghisweapon,FacheexitedtherestroomandradioedCollet.«Bringmycararound.Iwanttobetherewhenwemakethearrest.

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