Код да Винчи

Chapter 1

           »Theman’sEnglishwasaccentedasharp,authoritativebark.«MynameisLieutenantJeromeCollet.DirectionCentralePoliceJudiciaire.»

           Langdonpaused.TheJudicialPolice?TheDCPJwastheroughequivalentoftheU.S.FBI.

           Leavingthesecuritychaininplace,Langdonopenedthedoorafewinches.Thefacestaringbackathimwasthinandwashedout.Themanwasexceptionallylean,dressedinanofficial-lookingblueuniform.

           «MayIcomein?»theagentasked.

           Langdonhesitated,feelinguncertainasthestranger’ssalloweyesstudiedhim.«Whatisthisallabout?»

           «Mycapitainerequiresyourexpertiseinaprivatematter.»«Now?»Langdonmanaged.«It’saftermidnight.»«AmIcorrectthatyouwerescheduledtomeetwiththecuratoroftheLouvrethisevening?»

           Langdonfeltasuddensurgeofuneasiness.HeandthereveredcuratorJacquesSaunièrehadbeenslatedtomeetfordrinksafterLangdon’slecturetonight,butSaunièrehadnevershownup.«Yes.Howdidyouknowthat?»

           «Wefoundyournameinhisdailyplanner.»

           «Itrustnothingiswrong?»

           TheagentgaveadiresighandslidaPolaroidsnapshotthroughthenarrowopeninginthedoor.WhenLangdonsawthephoto,hisentirebodywentrigid.»Thisphotowastakenlessthananhourago.InsidetheLouvre.»

           AsLangdonstaredatthebizarreimage,hisinitialrevulsionandshockgavewaytoasuddenupwellingofanger.«Whowoulddothis!»

           «Wehadhopedthatyoumighthelpusanswerthatveryquestion,consideringyourknowledgeinsymbologyandyourplanstomeetwithhim

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